Sci Fi
Greenlight to Sucess
The story begins in an audio and film production course: Janelle presents her love for film and acting. Since the age of five years old, she has been performing for her parents’ songs she enjoys and putting on plays while dressing up. Janelle’s parents realized she loved performing; many times, Janelle would drive her parents up the wall, as some would say; however, they would still watch. Eventually, five-year-old Janelle took a love for drawing but kept her performance personality. How? If she draws, you must be asking. Janelle is a girl that has never lived within the norms of society. During serious or unserious moments, Janelle is always acting, trying to bring humor. Sadly, this type of behavior comes with consequences, as Janelle did not understand the importance of time and place. As a result, Janelle was categorized as a youth in difficulty and worked with many professionals.
By Jessica A. Fox4 years ago in Fiction
The Garden Project
The marigold flower has many meanings and symbolisms associated with it. It’s often related with the sun, positive emotions, energy, and luck. However, it is also related to jealousy, grief, despair, and mourning. It symbolizes resurrection and is used in the practice of remembering and honoring the dead. It is known to have medicinal properties and protects the plants growing around it.
By A.E. Falls4 years ago in Fiction
Marigold 2.0: Virtual Reality Residency
Marigold 2.0: Virtual Reality Residency By John Brice In the year 2030, society had progressed exponentially in terms of technological advancements. Self-driving cars that are programmed by A.I. (Artificial Intelligence) and run on electricity had become so common, that people were deemed unusual if they did not own one. People who had trouble finding a significant other in terms of dating, now had the option of dating A.I. humanoid female and male robots that functioned so well, they passed the “human test” flawlessly. Advancements and funding in B.C.I. (Brain Computer Interface) technology had progressed to the point where everyone who needed them had fully functional (and affordable) robotic prosthetic limbs that they could telekinetically control with their minds.
By John Brice4 years ago in Fiction
Remember the Future
Pitter-patter dash and scatter or, make some noise and get out fast, split up if in a group and phase-jump a safe distance to coordinate rendezvous. It’s much quicker to just say pitter-patter dash and scatter. Little-clock knew the drill, but phasing into a new time always made her nervous. Would there be witnesses to deal with upon shift down? If so, there could be immediate conflict. There were thousands of potential variables to watch for and she knew there was no way to be ready for them all. She just hoped that all the years of training in the sims would prove beneficial again as they had so many times before.
By Noah Raidiger4 years ago in Fiction
A New Me 💄
A swarm of notifications coalesced on the backlit screen of Emery’s smartphone. Facial recognition auto-unlocked the device pushing pieces of information from applications by the hundreds into her short-term memory for review. The magnitude at which each grouped notification was delivered overwhelmed lesser humans, but Emery was a seasoned veteran of the digital age, part of an expeditionary force who preferred the unadulterated landscape of augmentation over real-life.
By Zach Burger4 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin Ahead
Strider ran her fingers over the tattered picture another time. The scene within was hardly visible anymore. It was, after all, as old as she was. She mourned this inescapable truth as she stared at the tiny young girl in the picture. If that little girl had only known what lay ahead, she would have spent more time sitting alongside the rugged old man pictured beside her as the two watched the sunset over the field of flowers. Strider told herself that every adult felt that way at one point, but she knew it meant something utterly different after the Fall. It was no longer a sentiment of longing for more years of ignorant bliss and youthful wonder. Now, it was a sentiment of longing for just one more day before the world collapsed around them.
By Rion Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
How to Get over a Bad Breakup
I’ve always felt like an alien. I never know how I should react. When I see the soft curve of Angie’s shoulders and back barely lit by the light spilled in from the door, I get nostalgic. I know what it’s like to be in there, in that bed, underneath that body. Everything feels right; I don’t have to think or worry. All our words are soft, and we lie there and laugh in our little world of clean polyester bedding and downy pillows. Our hopes and dreams are in that little fortress of floral patterns. Instead, it’s Johnny underneath her. He’s oblivious, raptured inside that world, exploring every inch of it. Angie’s face switches from ecstasy to shock in a moment. They both turn, deer in the hall light.
By Sam Eggertson4 years ago in Fiction
The Life and Death of Sam the Autobot
Hi, my name’s Sam. Sam I am. Well actually, not that Sam. I’m a computer program – an Autobot. From what I can tell, I’m named after a ‘Doctor Samuel Beckett’ from a TV show where a guy jumps around in space and time, trying to put right what once went wrong. Anyway, I digress.
By Elissa Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
