Sci Fi
The Cab
The styrofoam box made a soft squeak sound in my lap and I placed my hand on it, letting the rumble of the bus be the only sound filling my ears. I looked out the window and watched the rain slowly start to lay itself on the window. I could look down into cars and see couples holding hands, children watching TV shows, and people singing songs I couldn’t hear at the top of their lungs. The rain eventually blurred my view and I sat back to take in the people around me. No one sat next to me in the multicolored plastic seat, but someone sat opposite me with their legs tucked under them. I admired their ability to sit like that, and pondered trying to move my own legs to cross, but knew my body would never quite bend that way. They were enthralled with something on their phone, and by the reflection in the plexiglass behind their head I saw it was a block of text. I wondered if it was a book or an article, but couldn’t make out the words enough to figure out what. I tried to casually look at the other people on the bus, but a stern old woman caught my eye and glowered at me, clutching her purse in her lap closer to her chest, so I looked back down at the styrofoam box in my lap. I opened the lid just enough to see the rich, creamy frosting peak out before shutting it again. A soft whiff rose into the air and I sighed. Cake was the only thing that made the day worth it.
By Jack Gosney5 years ago in Fiction
Awake My Soul
Thorpe stared at the access panel in front of him, trying to will himself to open it. But every time he reached for it, the terror of what might be behind it held him back. He’d never been to this part of the ship. As far as he knew, no Blackthumb since The Battle and the end of the war had been up here. He just had to go a little further, though, and then he could go back home. He had promises to keep, and miles to go before he could sleep.
By Michael Damon5 years ago in Fiction
Death From Above
Space! An endless void of mysteries older than time itself. Mysteries that needed solving. At least, that is what she told herself as she stood in front of a white board full of complex equations. Dr. Amelia Kellian, was going over all of them, to make sure everything was right. The big mystery she was working on at the moment was how close an asteroid would pass by earth. A mystery solved by Dr. Marcos Hubowski, a famous scientist, and team leader in this particular astrology lab often called HSMA labs. Which of course stood for Hubowski's Space Monitoring and Astrology. She was looking over his calculations, to find out if and when the asteroid would intersect with Earth's orbit. However, there wasn’t much of a chance for impact.
By Stephen Portis5 years ago in Fiction
The Aurora
The stars twinkle at Ellie, and, for the first time in a long time, she smiles. Over the years, they have become her friends. In the window the embossed letters on her uniform are reflected back at her - The Aurora. It was one of the many things she was excited about the ship before she boarded, meaning new dawn. Staring out into the galaxy, she still believes that to be an apt name, that there are endless possibilities lying ahead of her, all bright and exciting. Particularly tonight.
By O B Vaughan5 years ago in Fiction
Eat The Rich
The Inter-Galactic Review Board were looking over the latest candidates for admittance into the Universal Alliance of Higher Beings. They were running somewhat behind schedule, a recent influx in intelligent life from within the Milky Way galaxy all meeting the criteria within the span of a few Millenia.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
Devil's Food
The end began with chocolate cake. Devil's Food, to be exact. Death by chocolate. Internet influencers and FOMO (fear-of-missing-out) also played a role. You could say that social media was the gun, and the bullet was consisted of gluttony and jealousy.
By Amanda Walter5 years ago in Fiction
Wine-Mate: Chocolate Dessert
December 19th, 2035 (15 years after the virus) The city was different in the day. People were able to roam in public if we all wore masks and kept our distance. We still couldn’t leave our borough’s, not even in the daytime. I sat alone in Central Park and enjoyed the sunlight that broke through the polluted sky. A man and woman walked by hand in hand. The joyful look in their eyes was all I could see. It caused my heart to ache with longing and envy. I wanted that with Ben.
By Mandy Raquel5 years ago in Fiction
This Month's Champion
I had stacked the fire too high, I realized staring into it. It was choking. A small gout of flame flickered from under the topmost log, struggling under its crushing weight, and the rest was a tired glow. I like staring into that wall of flame you get when you first light the kindling, that fire burns out quickly. And if you try to build it higher with thicker logs, it suffocates, or worse, burns too high for your hearth rages out and about your home.
By Gwyn Glasser5 years ago in Fiction
