Sci Fi
Anim8
The high definition display screen shows ten objects being tracked across a stylized map of the United States. The indicator circles, which surround a number, pulse in red and yellow. Each circle set, in no particular order, turn green and solid and stationary. Number five stops in Utica, Indiana; three halts movement in Cody, Wyoming. The seventh object slows down over Cloudcroft, New Mexico while Calabash, North Carolina is the proud recipient of object number one.
By Christopher Hauselman5 years ago in Fiction
Dead Bolt
“’I believe in Valkyrie. I believe in change. With Valkyrie change is…’no, no too derivative.” Jonathan Valken, the 45-year-old CEO of Valkyrie Corp says to himself as he reviews a speech prepared for a public address regarding the attack on the West Facility, a Valkyrie compound. He stands in front of a large mirror located on the side of his large, elegant office with an open balcony overlooking the city of New Kyo, the morning sunlight beaming down as opposed to yesterday’s rain. As Valken reviews his notes on his tablet, he clears his throat and eyes himself in the mirror.
By Shadow Lite5 years ago in Fiction
Brown Paper Power.
Stepping out into my front yard to check on my Son and my Nephew, who were loudly playing out front as usual but suddenly became eerily quiet after the passing of a delivery truck. The boys are fixated on a package,” boys what’s going on “ I belted to which my Son quickly rushes towards me and say “ look Dad.. it fell off the truck and landed in the yard “.
By SanQuentez (iQ) Wingfield5 years ago in Fiction
Fezzig's Box
I first encountered the Peculiar Event when I was taking my daily exercise along the river path. This is a pleasant walkway that travels right along the edge of the river, with benches every fifty feet or so, and conveniently placed trash baskets to catch the detritus of those passing by. I like to walk there because trees provide shade and the path is mostly empty in the mid-morning hours. I find it a convenient way of fitting in some healthy exercise.
By Meg Leader5 years ago in Fiction
The Package
It was just another Tuesday afternoon in late July. The temperature was a blistering 97 degrees Fahrenheit, and no one wanted to be outside unless they were in a pool. The neighbor’s dogs were barking as usual, so the TV had to be turned up again. Kelly decided to make some lemonade and chocolate chip cookies. Her lemonade and cookies were the best in the state, and though she knew it, she never bragged about it. The thought of surprising Mike and the kids when they got home was always a treat for her.
By Patrick Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Chaos and Clarity
I woke up, nearly an hour before my alarm, to rays of sunlight warming my face. That should have been my first sign that today was not going to be like every other day. The overwhelming scent of lavender and chamomile strangled me, pulling me out of my groggy, half-awake state. Our house usually smelt like vinegar and fabric softener because of my husband’s constant cleaning. Though whatever was happening in the kitchen seemed pleasant, it all felt very out of place.
By Bree Alexander (she/her)5 years ago in Fiction
Nay-nay and Me
A new day. The sunlight seeps in through the triangle window of my room. I open my eyes, rub the dried tears with my fingers, and sit up on the bed, pillow still on my lap. I stand up and walk over to the slightly open door. A pleasant smell of garlic rice flies in the air. It’s Nay-nay’s trademark. I know when it’s not she who cooks, because I don’t like the smell. I climb downstairs and went to the kitchen. She sets the eating utensils on the table.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
