Sci Fi

The One That Has My Heart
Our story begins on the night of a blue moon. Adam is sitting on his couch and is about to enjoy his dinner of garlic and butter mash potatoes, sliced cooked carrots and a London broil steak with just the right seasonings, cooked to perfection. As Adam sits straight up and turns on the television he hears screaming from the streets. He stands up and walks to the window and looks out to see the moon is very close to our earth and the sky and light with a neon green glows that looks like as if someone turned on a lava lamp. He looks down from his 6th floor apartment window to see hundreds of people screaming and running for their lives. Petrified he turns his head to the T.V. and sees the news is on and turns up the volume to listen.
By Toni Bear4 years ago in Fiction
The Weekend
The year is 2383. If you are anyone with any galactic credits or fame to your name you would be off-world. The only humans left on Earth are the microbial trash dwellers, corporate management, or an employee. A corporation by the name of “Omnis” is the sole business left in operation on the planet. They were granted the rights to monopoly after all other companies had retreated to other planetary and solar systems. A monopoly was the only way a corporation could survive on Earth in the year 2383.
By REDWRITER4 years ago in Fiction
Athena's Arrow and the Calculation of Pi
Something felt wrong. Captain Miranda couldn't say exactly what felt wrong, but something definitely was. She scanned through the latest reports trying to figure out just what was off, but she saw nothing. It couldn't be all in her mind, could it? Perhaps it could be. This was, after all, the most important voyage of her life: her first voyage as captain of her own ship: Athena's Arrow.
By Phil Rickaby4 years ago in Fiction
African Wild Doge
The final push for a global socialism failed in the early decades of the 21st century. The elite establishment of politicians, bankers, and oligarchs crumbled underneath the rise of the decentralized people’s currency. Falsehood puppet parties faded as true democracies rose out of its ashes in the crypto driven free market economy. Out of the 10,000 cryptos made in the early years, three coins rose to the top amongst the people. Later known as the people’s currency. Doge, Ethereum, and Galactic credits dominated the new age financial infrastructure.
By REDWRITER4 years ago in Fiction
Brad and Janet's Lucky Night
On a lonely country road, the dark was shattered by a blinding flash of light. The craft appeared as if from nowhere. It landed in a clearing separated from the road by a line of trees. A door opened in the center of the craft. Four humanoids exited the craft.
By Lawson Wallace4 years ago in Fiction
Moon Bull
The thing you have to understand about the Lunar colony is that living on the moon itself isn’t the issue. They’d accounted for almost everything before they’d put the first human in the colony long term. The issue is keeping things alive. The domed city could almost pass for a city on Earth. It certainly tried with its roads and parks and open-air vistas. The bubble is and remains the epitome of sustainable engineering. On paper, the colony could survive indefinitely. Yet in reality, in practice, things died. The moment they planted anything other than trees and grass in the carefully prepared soil the timer started. The moment anyone and anything set foot on the surface the hourglass started dribbling sand. Which makes the bull so odd?
By K.T. Seto4 years ago in Fiction
The Blinking Emerald Light
Every dial on the dashboard flashed. The sounds of multiple alarms echoed throughout the cruiser’s cabin, screeching urgent reminders of the asteroid she hit in midflight.
By Adrian Hollomon4 years ago in Fiction
Vengeance
Vengeance:An Atlympian Princess Story Series I By John Swan (SwanArtistry) Anyjia gazed hesitantly at the paper wrapped package that sat on her desk. Why would anyone send her something that was so clearly antiquated; creating paper from trees… that was preposterous! Her people had evolved millennia from using trees, one of nature’s most majestic symbols and necessities, and chopping them down to create materials for communication, utensils and other such materials. In a way it was barbaric…so how was it that something of that manner was sitting on her desk right now.
By John Swan4 years ago in Fiction
And the World Turned...
And The World Turned "Can't you go any faster, Bilik?" Harry Jackson peered out upon his city with anxiety. At 135 years old, he felt hesitant as he neared the sky tower of Andern Terrace—Bernard’s domain. New Benton had enveloped the former Midwest of what was now Amexada and gleamed with interconnected skyscrapers. Age-defeating Med Beds had revolutionized society back in 2025. Harry had undergone four treatments and had retained his athletic look. He'd played pro football more than a century ago.
By Stephen Vernarelli4 years ago in Fiction
Lucky
“Today, Trannigan,” Gizaldo griped. “Yer takin’ too fucking long, eh? You know I don’t like that. Call or raise. Let’s get this done. I’m ‘sposed to be here on fuckin’ business, and you rope me into a goddam curmudgeon game.”
By Josh O'Neill4 years ago in Fiction
Ninety-Six Hours
“The things you hate become the things you love when you’re desperate. I thought yogurt tasted nasty, I’m eating it now though. I’ve grown an affinity to it,” Sharon said.
By Zee Dempster4 years ago in Fiction
The Confrontational Dance
The horns arise when I go to sleep and sometimes it pokes a visit throughout the day to take a peek. What can a girl do in a world that loves the horns of arcane control? Barricading or contending every resourceful and stimulating goal. Why then— my anguished spirit pities this forceful dominance, grabbing my heart at the stroke of midnight. I'm so bewildered as to why this clutch is such an astonishingly and discouraging plight. Sprawling my essence out like a cross, bare in the sheets, the agony feels like I'm dying upon a mattress that's nothing but a buttress— a stone sheeted pleat, not doing anything. Instead it's multiplying the weaknesses from the entire week.
By Jamelia K. Fynn4 years ago in Fiction