Sci Fi
Dyna 4
I rushed into the small café and at once spotted Lynn. She was sitting in our favorite corner, sprawled out in an oversized armchair, her hair pulled up loosely with an elastic, a book resting on her knees while she examined something she had just plucked from between her teeth. Stopping quickly to place my order, a double mocha latte with whipped cream and chocolate Jimmies. I threw myself into the chair across from her. Without wasting another moment, I reached for a chocolate chip, chocolate dipped pastry from the overfilled tray teetering on the edge of the low table between us. Hardly bothering to chew, and ignoring the crumbs that fell into my misbuttoned blouse, I savored the sweet tasting treat, letting it linger in my mouth before swallowing. Almost immediately, the headache that early that morning had settled behind my eyes, began to retreat.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo5 years ago in Fiction
Creature from the Carpool Lane
My daughter and I walk up to the front doors of her preschool hand-in-hand. It's a little past 8:30 in the morning. The sun is shining, not glaring, today, and I think to myself that today will be a good day, a playground day. My daughter loves the playground. It's everything else about school she doesn't like.
By Stephanie V5 years ago in Fiction
CYCLE II
In a white lab secluded from the outside world, a teenage African-American girl spends her days alone. Countless hours without a moment's rest, her days seamlessly overlap. The quiet stillness in the air would have anyone mad, but not her as she is determined—driven, like someone with the weight of the world on their shoulders. Her name tag reads, "Dr. Julia Torquinn."
By A. W. Knowland5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Smile of My Pain
I was in college when I went to Mother for consolation. My Algebra professor had flunked me and although I had pleaded with him to give me a second chance, he said, no, the decision was final. I cried in secret. I could not bear the thought I would not pass after working so hard. That was half a decade ago.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
Death From Above
The next morning Amelia woke up in her bed. At least they didn’t put me back on the couch, she thought. She also thought she was completely crazy. She looked around her room at the blurry sight, but didn’t see the stranger. That’s when she knew she was really awake. She then reached over and grabbed her glasses, and looked at the clock. She was almost late for work.
By Stephen Portis5 years ago in Fiction
The Ninth Key: Frostblade
He had killed his only brother. Slaughtered him as he did a fattened calf on the holy day. The mere seconds that separated his envious intentions and his murderous actions had altered him forever. On that arctic night, Treachery in pure form was born. It had carved its way into our world with his blade and the innocent blood of his brother’s heart gave it unquenchable thirst.
By Icarus Incorporated5 years ago in Fiction
Leroy
Leroy had a patented flexible mold. He programmed a computer to produce Ten Thousand objects for your home out of good plastic in five colors, and high-dollar plastic matches any color and texture. Good quality objects were one dollar, Any high dollar object, five dollars. With Ten objects, you could make a very fancy chair. With Five objects, you could make a nice side table. Twenty objects would make a dining room table in several styles. Ten objects to make a chair. It could make All kinds of things like furniture to wine goblets at the Quick Maker store. No other store could compete with no overhead of the Quick Maker store. Furthermore, the stores would buy back by weight any plastics item it made for recycling.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Fiction
