Sci Fi

Marie
The interview was set up in a small studio at the back of the building. The receptionist called Gem’s name at exactly 3:15. Gem entered the room and took a seat on the small stool that the receptionist brought her over to. The room was quite sterile looking, white walls, a small table with two clear glasses of water, two stools, some lights, and some other equipment that was set up. There was however a small yellow flower in a tiny glass at the center of the table. Gem stared at it, tilting her head like a curious puppy.
By Crumbs4 years ago in Fiction
A Brief History of Plants
I remember when the Earth was quiet. It was a simpler, more peaceful time. And then, of course, the asteroid arrived, slung like a rotting cow from a trebuchet by the cruel whims of gravity. Then as if that wasn’t insult enough, shortly thereafter the sodding thing had the audacity to start spawning irritating, wriggling little offspring in the oceans.
By Origami4 years ago in Fiction
Search And Secure
It's been taking some getting used to but the feeling is becoming normal. Portal travel is one of the best things a human can experience in their lifetime. Too bad it wasn't around just a few years back. We might of had an advantage. It was only a week ago I left Mars and now here I am, entering this machine occupied island in the middle of the Atlantic.
By Ace Howell4 years ago in Fiction
The Arrak Marigold
Every so often I wonder what poor, misbegotten soul built my shabby cabin in Arrak’s rolling mountains. Someone must have been here before me. What happened to them? Did they go mad? Or die of loneliness? Or disappear into the wilderness, eaten by a monster or poisoned by the vicious plant life on this world? I don’t know, and the question haunts me when I think about it. So I try not to think much. About anything.
By Meg Leader5 years ago in Fiction
Diary of an Abductee
My name is Haydn Lennon; I'm a private investigator hired to find a missing person named Benjamin Lykos. Before I go any further with this story, you need to understand something when you read this. This case has changed my life; everything I thought I knew got turned upside down. I didn't believe it is aliens or the paranormal until a few months ago. Mrs. Lykos came to me and hired me to find her husband. The police gave up the search; they brushed it off as abandonment.
By Ethan Bryant5 years ago in Fiction
The Effect of Gamma Rays on a Pandemic Marigold
It was the first winter in my memory with no snow days. School was closed every day because of the pandemic. I did my best to teach kindergarten students who had never seen any classroom, let alone my own. They were a diverse bunch, reflecting the wealthy and the work-weary across our world, as anyone could tell by looking at the vaulted ceilings or the crowded walls within their frames on the computer monitor. From my files and my frustrations, I had gathered that only a few spoke any English at home. I had expected the Spanish and the Hindi, buy how did all these people who spoke Telegu end up in Howard County? All the same, each student in my remote class was taking to American Sign Language like a fish to water. Or should I say, like a puppy to new shoes.
By J W Knopf5 years ago in Fiction
An Odorless Place
Camera 1 was hanging with the continuing drama at school administrator Prisha’s station as she frantically measured ingredients for a new batch of dough after burning her entire batch of scones. It would take a miracle for her to complete the challenge now. Nearby, Camera 2 stayed tight on judge Don Broadway’s face, glaring intently at her with his signature piercing blue eyes, waiting for her to look over and lose what remained of her composure. Camera 3 was up front, capturing hosts Joel and Nat’s 4th attempt at the same witty banter.
By Gina King5 years ago in Fiction
Afternoon at the Chikara Estate
A young woman, mid-twenties perhaps, sits by herself under the shade of a blooming magnolia tree. She leans back slowly, then abruptly springs forward as her yolk-yellow blouse catches on the trunk. She peers with concern at her sleeve, where several threads are now hanging loose, and emits a small sigh at her blunder.
By Lilia5 years ago in Fiction
Our House is a Time Machine
“Mom?!” cried Jim this morning. The boy was standing in my door with a confused look on his face, and I shot out of bed. “I’m up! I’m up!” I didn’t bother putting on day clothes, and I followed him outside without hesitation, adrenaline pushing my pulse like a crowd pouring out of a burning theatre. We might as well have been in one. “What is it, Jim?”
By Nadia Pacey5 years ago in Fiction
Meanwhile, in Lower Manhattan...
The streets were empty. And cold. And desolate. Tall, crumbling buildings rose up from the concrete like derelict gods, still scraping the underbelly of the sky. Bruner walked through the dead city at midnight, barely noticing the biting chill. This had once been the center of the world. Fortunes were made and lost here. Dreams came true in these buildings, while other dreams slid away forever. A mass of people lived, died, and then died again in the veins of this place. Long ago. Few were left who remembered. Bruner wasn’t one of them. He was born too late.
By Michael Vito Tosto5 years ago in Fiction
Evermore
"The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
By Steve Robertson5 years ago in Fiction
Prism
A stream of post-bomb show patrons poured through the double doors, flooding the bar with sun-scorched, sweaty glee. The Bomb Show Happy Hour had begun.
By Chels Raegen Knapp5 years ago in Fiction