Sci Fi
Year 2507
Neuro awakens, disoriented. Darkness smothers her. Despite her desire to stretch from her position in the cramped pod, she remains motionless, listening intently. A noise woke her. She scarcely draws breath as she waits in the silent dark; she hides in her Bunker-pod for a reason.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)5 years ago in Fiction
This is the Dawning
Uncle Charlie disappeared doing a magic act at my fourteenth birthday party. He's been missing ever since. He said the finale was going to be special and it certainly was. Personally, I think something went wrong with his trick. He said he would vanish when he said the magic word, but then he vanished right away, without saying any word. I think it happened before he expected it. Dad thought it was all part of the trick, and that Charlie would turn up in a day or two. Nope.
By Richard Hilton5 years ago in Fiction
The Fertility Star
The Fertility Star Milly blamed me. Always and for everything and so when we began to doubt our ability to conceive a child…she blamed me. She said that my sperm count was low and that it always had been. News to me. She said that I was probably shooting blanks, like when a referee starts a race. And for a minute I believed her. Hell, I’d done my share of drugs in college and quiet as it’s kept, the code loving loser who guys liked to tease actually caught an STD, yep, from a woman I met while studying in Prague…and I’m proud of it. Some guys go their whole lives without sleeping with a loose woman, and some guys, like me, take it when and where they can get it. And it, got me. Look. I’m trying to lighten up the truth. Milly blames me for us not being able to have a baby. And a baby is all Milly ever really wanted.
By Michael Fry5 years ago in Fiction
Here We Wait
The fire burned slowly, the embers no longer swirling into the air as Danielle sat staring at the orange burning log. The sky was a navy color speckled with the stars. She was slightly cold with only her palms still being warmed by the flames. She waited patiently as the rest of the crew explored the large, abandoned barn behind her. A radio sat beside her, the volume almost completely turned down, but she could hear the others whispering.
By Harrison Sissel 5 years ago in Fiction
Winged Tommorow #002
No one told me that we were going to go thru this much in such a short amount of time. These changes are happening very rapidly. I guess that is what we get for being in such a fast age. I have been personally learning how to slow down more . You know enjoy the roses for as long as they last. The power grid is unstable to the point where we all are looking for our own ways of generating power .
By Darian Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Never Fell
There did once live a man who never fell. When I say he never fell I do not mean that in a metaphorical sense, as in never failed or screwed up. He definitely did plenty of that, but he never actually fell, as in he never once fell down physically so that both his knees and both his hands touched the ground against his will. Perhaps you suspect that this man must have been wheelchair bound his entire life or maybe he was a super star athlete with incredible balance. Neither were the case, and he had no physical handicaps to speak of, nor did he have any great physical abilities. His motor skills were well within the normal range for male humans of standard physical build and average height and weight. He was in fact very average in all respects physically including in the looks department which (partly) explains why he only married once and it lasted only two years. Mentally he was much the same, average. Not too smart but not exactly dumb either. He lived for 82 years in various location around the United States and even spent 1 year ‘living’ abroad after he graduated from college with his degree in sociology. Remember what I said about him not being too smart. He worked four different full time (forty hour per week) jobs over the course of his career until he retired at age sixty two and a half. None were particularly interesting, or made him very much money, but none were terrible either. It would be fair to say that much like everything else in the mans life they were average.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Fiction
Belts With Holes Are Dead - The Complete Chronicles
In one possible dystopian future the fall of man was brought about not by a nuclear holocaust or alien invasion, nor by a biological agent unleashing a zombie plague or a global economic collapse, but rather by an event so mundane, so random, so seemingly inconsequential that not even the wisest of men could have predicted it. This is the world of belts with holes are dead. A world ended when the last belt with holes suddenly disappeared from our planet earth. A hellish nightmarescape where the ability to keep one’s pants up even if they are too large is no longer an option for most. The rich seclude themselves in future belt enclaves where they live in relative luxury and wear whatever size pants within +/- two sizes they desire while the poor live in squalor, suffering from constant pants droppage or doing anything they can to just get by. The lowest of these, the so called “below the knee cutters” are the worst off by far. Their misery was so great that they actually took scissors to every pair of pants they owned and cut them off below the knees. Sick I know, do not read on if you are faint of heart. The only hope left are the so called Pioneers of Future Belts. Will they arrive in time to save our once beautiful planet and usher in a utopian paradise where everyone, regardless of means, can choose to wear whatever pants they want, no matter the waist size or inseam length? These stories represent the collected works of just some of the people who lived through those dark times. Pray their future does not become our own.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Fiction
The Four Heroes, Chapter Three
The fluxball’s southern hemisphere rolled slowly before Neetra’s upturned eyes, as might that of some moon of light bellying into the atmosphere to orbit a mere hundred or so feet above the Earth’s mantle. Our heroine had pretended to Bret far more confidence than she felt about her chances of ever coming back out of this leviathan’s guts once she was in. But there was no point getting her knickers in a twist. Duly Neetra cast out her astral form, which looked exactly like her and was wearing the same clothes, and thus entered the sphere while her physical body slumped to sleep on the pavement.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Lilith, Chapter One
Some musicians sat on their stage at the foot of Nottingham’s domed Town Hall and stared up together at a sky which was darker than it should have been in the middle of the day. To her backing group the golden-haired female lead-singer remarked:
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
