Sci Fi
Commit a Crime, We'll Always Know
The hologram screen displays complex interconnections of thin green lines. The lines represent the lively streets of Lypee City, the only city in the world that has the lowest crime rate in five months. A yellow dot emerges on one horizontal line bordering the city. It continuously blinks in rhythm to an alarm sounding through the operator’s earphones.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
Itnaya's Sacrifice at World's End
The ship whirred like a giant bee. It darted above, swishing the trees in town. Itnaya looked up and choked. Tears flowed out from his weary eyes. When the ship vanished in the darkening morning light, Itnaya moved out of the house. He looked back to the house and remembered Shiya and their two sons waving goodbye at him during the days when he would leave for his daily job in the city. He swallowed a lump that had formed in the throat.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
The Brown Box
A voice came over the speaker system. “General, we're tracking multiple reports from local law enforcement concerning a car crash on I-270 southbound, near Bethesda... uh, something about a white Buick Regal being pulled under the trailer of an 18-wheeler. Paramedics have been notified."
By Matthew Butler5 years ago in Fiction
THE SUSPICIOUS PACKAGE
My fingers flew furiously across the keyboard as the plot of my latest novel poured through me and onto the screen. I adjusted my headphones, trying to drown out the sounds of my sister binge-watching her favorite reality television show. Personally, I prefer shows like, X-Files, Star Trek—the original and Next Generation—and The 4400. Shows that make you wonder if we really are alone in the universe. That’s probably why I enjoy writing fiction; I live in the real world on a daily basis and, frankly, reality bites. I need an escape from it and writing creates that exit door for me.
By Kate Porter5 years ago in Fiction
Ripar's Return to Earth (Part3)
The ride into town was short, but interesting to the aliens. They had never been in a vehicle with wheels before and the bumpy ride on the dirt road before getting to the paved one, was jarring. Since they lived underground, they just had hover vehicles to take them where they needed to go, they were quick, and smooth. They looked similar to human trucks or vans, and one vehicle could fit about 30 Torgofians.
By Robert Kegel5 years ago in Fiction
The Object
On an icy winter night, Franklin was thinking about doing a spot of fishing in his favorite icy lake. Franklin walked with Paul and John, who were in a relationship at the time. Paul and John could be said to be in their honeymoon phase. To stave off the cold they drank peppermint schnapps. Considering himself all the more manly than his friends, Franklin drank beer.
By Luke Lenacio5 years ago in Fiction
The Souvenir
It was a great day. A seminar that talked about Sol’s History. A convention that helped every galactic student-delegate understood the origin of the Solar System. It was held in Ganymede, millions of miles away from the planet I live in. They had chosen me as a delegate from our school… the only one from our planet.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
Wandering Weaylen
Slowly getting up, groggy, the feeling of thirst riddles my body as I stand up and realize I am stranded and have no recollection of what happened this past month. I notice a shack, a little way in the distance, and slight burn marks on the sand around me as I try to make sense of the immediate area. Limping as I walk, I begin to realize the warm feeling of blood dripping down my left leg. I notice a few lacerations on my upper left thigh, but nothing too severe as I continue towards the shack to try and get out of the searing sun. I stumble up the three steps onto the porch and through the front door; I make it to the bathroom and stare into the mirror wondering how I got here and what to do next. I check the medicine cabinet to try and see if I can find any first aid equipment but to no avail. I grabbed some of the toilet paper I found on the counter and try to rip off a plank of wood from the side of the shack. I find some old duct tape under the bathroom sink and proceed to make me a tourniquet to make walking easier.
By Dante Maroni 5 years ago in Fiction
Green Blood
The stink gusted about him. Viscid green fluid stained his checkered polo shirt and blue jeans. Pus-like matter blemished his youthful face. He was standing boldly over a green-blooded, unknown creature which he had sliced asunder. In his right hand, gripped tightly, was his weapon, a sharp bolo. The moderate sticky green fluid ran down the blade and fell into a puddle of green blood which was slowly streaming on the floor towards a lady who was crumpling in fear in the corner.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
The After War
It was the year after the last war, after Covid, after the massive amount of deaths caused by the vaccine. 70% of the world population – gone… There was a shift in the world caused by global climate change, and everyone was told that they had to evacuate. There was a shift to the north and large buses were brought in to transport everyone out of Old World to New City. Many were left behind and many were affected. So many that were left behind formed gangs an communities that were ridden with starvation, hunger, disease, and all manner of chaos plagued the world outside New City. Ines had come out of her mountain and was hiding in the rocks when she found them. She had seen them on the scanner first and decided to follow and monitor their activities. This was the first time any one had come this close to her home since her brother had died. Another victim of the vaccine. She watched them set up camp, the five of them, two women, two men who were white and a black male who seemed to be looking around and listening. Oh, no! He stopped.
By Nelly Black5 years ago in Fiction
