Sci Fi
The Alien Sky
And so it swims. It swims not knowing its world, not knowing the significance. For a time, there is nothing untoward to inform it that something has changed. The water all around it is the same temperature, the same consistency, and the dim light of night penetrating the ocean’s surface to where the White prowls, is unchanged.
By Schuyler Ebersol5 years ago in Fiction
Eyes Cannot Lie
Thirty-four percent of my brain consists of wires, computer chips, and metal. Of the two hundred and six bones that constitute a human body one hundred and ninety four of mine are no longer made of bone. Some sections of my skin have been replaced or covered with more durable substances or at the very least chemically enhanced to withstand abrasion and nullify pain. Any organ considered unnecessary for the survival of my natural elements was removed to make way for enhancements.
By Obsidian Words5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Lady in the Mysterious House
Father had decided we settle in barangay San Roque, his birthplace. He said life in the rural area is not as tiresome as it is in the city because it is not as fast-moving as it is in the city. He would always say that to Mother, who hadn’t experienced living in the rural area. He would also add, “If we live in the city, we would old easily or die young.”
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Lady in the Mysterious House
Author's note: Please read Part I It was one Sunday morning right before the start of the mass. I had pretended to Mother that I was not feeling well. That alibi was also my suggestion to the brothers, but I thought they would have difficulty in convincing their parents that they were both sick. I had faith in Lolito. He would find a way. He was good at it and the naughtiest among us.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Lady in the Mysterious House
Author's note: Please read Part II In the mysterious house’s backyard, I pitched the rope onto the window so that it flung onto the hinge. I pulled down both ends and tied them together. Then I rappelled up while Collette was watching out for someone who might see us. I reached up the window and, prudently; I peeked my head in. The first and only thing that got my attention was the fine shards of glass on the ground. It looked like ants dumped white sugar granules in a straight line. My whole body trembled with worry and stupefaction. I almost let go of my hold. It was awful. It was unbearable to think such a gigantic mirror is as delicate as a wine V-glass.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
Grapes & Pomegranates
“Go home!” said the daycare centre’s assistant. “There is war!” she urged without a smile. War? What is war? I must have thought. But the way in which she said it meant that it was not a good thing. Home? Already? At least, that is a good thing. Father, Mother, Sister, Brother, and Cat! As I walked home, I noticed people along the way rushing to and fro. One couple especially caught my attention. They were filling empty bottles with water from a faucet in their garden. It was unusual and therefore strange. When they saw me, they also urged me to get home. I began to run.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Fiction
Space Station Menagerie. Second Place in Deep Dive Challenge.
"Log begins. Dr. Kendra Simms reporting, 2230 UTC, 12 May, 2086. Beginning a twelve hour shift; on my first walk through I've observed that the school of Bluefin appears to be adjusting reasonably to the reduced gravity, while the Spotted Eagle Rays continue to struggle. The giant octopus, after 312 days, seems to be fully adapted to its new environment. Current observations continue to support my theory that a majority of aquatic life needs a minimum of 40 percent of Earth's gravity to thrive. As to Maggie, our newest specimen…" Dr. Simms paused her recording and leaned over the railing, watching the specimen swim below her.
By Justin Elliott5 years ago in Fiction
sea of sand.
The Traveler wiped the sweat from their brow, squinting up at the unblinking Iris. They looked out over the dunes, the wind slithering and shifting the sand with each hot exhale. They sighed heavily and trekked on, footprints carried away by the desert breeze as if The Traveler had never been there at all.
By A Baptiste5 years ago in Fiction
Thunderous, Chapter Two
Joe's crimson-coloured interplanetary hot-rod was back at the drive-in that night, this time bringing with it Flashtease and Petunia who proceeded to make for themselves a little hollow of familiarity in the square seat-space. Popcorn was never a complete experience without Petunia’s perfume like hot peanut-butter melting on its sweet sticky smell, stuffying-up the nostrils with contentment. Supersized soft drinks were almost too wide to squeeze your fingers round, ice-cubes knocking in the heavy sloshing bag of cool, but once you’d fumbled the straw to your questing pout it started with a slurp and ended in a fizzy explosion blowing your senses out from within. The seats were slid down to full recline, skirts and underskirts were balled up in the small of each respective wearer’s back, and it was a mercy not to have to resettle your pants unless you wanted to. Flashtease felt just fine and Petunia did too, really, though from her restless flittering flounce fanned occasional little disturbances in the happy popcorn-miasma. It was probably going to turn out alright. Two matching pairs of feet in white ankle-socks which bore testament to a day’s wear sat propped-up on the windshield-rim, and beyond these toes the cinema-screen was a monolith of light soaring high into realms of blue.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Ganymede parvipinnis
Introduction For decades, gaining access to Jupiter’s largest moon, Ganymede, was impossible, but futuristically inevitable and in 2063 first human contact with Ganymede was made. Due to Ganymede’s cyclical shift, the moon, once thought lifeless, locked on a path closer to the sun and perfectly captured in the habitable zone that made it more susceptible to life and an easier target for human exploration. In the year 2070 a group of veterinarians, veterinary technicians, biologists, conversationists, ecologists, and zoologists led by JAXA (Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency) and NASA (National Aeronautics and Space Administration) professionals ventured to Ganymede Hub II, an international research habitat complete with long-term lodging and a state-of-the-art laboratory. Ganymede’s lunar makeup comprises mostly of scrubland, with some streams, two rivers, and a single ocean approximately the size of the Mediterranean Sea. The Violaceous Sea is similar to our own, however further study is required to determine the sea’s scale and biodiversity. For this project, an abundant figure of the Violaceous Sea was studied. Ganymede parvipinnis or the Ganymede small-fin shark is the most well documented aquatic specimen of Ganymede.
By M. J. Luke5 years ago in Fiction
