Sci Fi
The Stoner from Europa
“The fuckin’ surf sucks, bro”. “No shit, dude. I have eyes. What the fuck?” “Ah, well, let’s just chill and see what’s what before we hang it up”, the young, blonde, teenager said to his friend, an almost carbon copy of himself. Tall, lean with ab muscles well-defined, long golden hair tucked behind both of their ears, wearing their wetsuits with the tops rolled down to their waists leaving their tanned and hairless chests naked. Both were blue-eyed descendants from the waves of immigrants who had been coming to SoCal since the turn of the 19th to the 20th Century. Drawn by fame and fortune in Hollywood, millions had come and millions had failed, but in the process of discovery those same immigrants realized that SoCal had the best weather in the world, so they stayed. The thing is, these were almost uniformly the nation’s most beautiful and handsome people who having realized their only talent was being pretty, settled down to become great looking cops, firemen, plumbers, accountants, lawyers, etc. then marrying and producing lots of kids that looked like these two: handsome and fit. The apples don't fall far from the tree and apple trees can only make apples. Yet since everyone they knew fell from the same kind of gorgeous tree, they were only vaguely aware of their good looks as they moved through life with the confidence and cool that so often beauty can assure regardless of whether the bearer knows it.
By E.H. Ivans5 years ago in Fiction
Strange
“Mjnari we are going to get caught, or worse punished!” I do not know how many times I said that throughout my friendship with Mjnari. He was always so different from the rest of the boys in the neighborhood. In a way I guess I was a little different too, since we were friends. The neighborhood boys were always some kind of pranksters and would always pull pranks on only Mjnari and me. You could say we were the more awkward kids in the neighborhood. Mjnari would pedal his bike as fast as he could down the street to my house. Flying off at the last second, throwing his bike to the ground, running to my front door knocking like he had news straight from the president’s mouth told to him personally. My mother always had an attitude with him, his bike handles when thrown on the lawn would dig holes in her lawn. Mjnari never paid attention to her attitudes, not intentionally. He never was good at social cues, never really knew when someone was upset with him. He was always too busy plotting his next exploration. Mjnari’s latest project was drawing a map of the entire woods property that we lived next to. Today we are to explore sector three: Dark Trees, whatever that means. I was just always along for the adventures. Arriving at the woods, we head in. We walked past the discovered sectors one and two. Sector three would be the farthest we explored into into the woods. Uneasy about exploring so far I started to feel nervous, what if we get in trouble? “Mjnari I do not think we should be going this far out.” Completely disregarding what I had said, Mjnari just pushed through charting his map. We had made it to the middle of sector three. There had been an ominous silence for quite some time now, but it was worse here. It’s like that part of the woods had been the only area of the world moving. Like we were the only two people in the world. Mjnari, too busy in his head felt none of this. Stopping to take a breath, which I needed, Mjnari always forgot I had asthma. Standing there in the deafening Silence taking a breath. Suddenly I find that, I can not move! I can not speak! Am I even breathing? I was so stiff, frozen like, no muscles in my body able to move not even my eyes. My eyes pointed towards the sky, I see the sun, clouds, and dark trees. The silence was broken by a screeching sound, my eardrums could not handle it. Suddenly the screeching was gone, it had turned into raspy breathing that stood behind my stiff body. The hairs on the back of my neck stood tall. Just as fast as the presence was there, it was gone. I find myself standing behind Mjnari, he is standing in disbelief at what he is gazing upon. It is a creature of some sort, nothing I have ever seen before. The creature seems helpless in an infant form of his life span. The creature had four legs and the tail of a lizard, only it had dull spikes towards the end of the tail. It had no eyes, only two holes, I guess that was the nose. It was black and slimy, like when the neighborhood boys would egg us and we would be slimy and sticky. Mjnari motions his hand to touch the creature. I grab his arm “no Mjnari do not touch it!” He looks to me and says in a monotone voice and with an unreadable face, “I have to.” I had never seen Mjnari so strange before. If I had not been scared before, I was now. Forcing my hand off his arm with strength that did not match his physique, he touches the creature. Just as he touches the creature it runs off into the bushes. Standing up from the ground Mjnari starts to walk home, leaving all his things; his flashlight, his lucky pencil, his crayons, his map. The map he worked so hard on for over a month now. I stand in shock watching him walk away strangely. He did not sway his arms in his normal dorky way. Instead they lay along the side of his body somewhat stiff, his body held a strange straight posture while walking. Only his legs moved as if he were a robot. I go to grab him to ask what’s wrong? Suddenly grabbing my arm with the same strength he had before, he looks me in the face with that same unreadable look. All of a sudden his grip on my arm weakens and he looks at me with his normal studying face asking me what is wrong? Where his map was? As if he had no recollection of what just occurred, beginning from me standing behind him. I had no clue how I had ended up behind him. I had stopped to take a couple puffs of my inhaler, that’s all I remember. Mjnari collected his map and we started to head home. It had been dark by then, we were definitely in trouble. We parted ways. I was scared to walk in the house, I knew my mother would have my butt for coming home after the street lights had been on. I walk in to see my mother standing angry towards me. The next morning I wake up with a sore bottom and puffy eyes, wondering if Mjnari had the same feeling himself. We shouldn’t have stayed out so long last night. Ten o’clock in the morning, Mjnari was usually at my house by then, especially to tell me about how his mother punished him. I head out for the day towards Mjnari’s house. Standing my bike on the kickstand in a respectable way and using the pathway to make my way to his front door. I knock a couple times and wait. His mother answered the door, I ask “is Mjnari home?” She responded “who?” I replied “Mjnari… your son, my bestfriend.” She laughs as if she is genuinely amused, “I have no kids, what are you talking about? I think you have the wrong house.” I had a confused look on my face as she shut the door. The mother of my Bestfriend saying she has no son or any kids at all. Had she been drinking again? I’ll just wait for Mjnari to come to my house. I ride home, putting away my bike I ask my mother to let me know when Mjnari comes over. What she says next stops me dead in my tracks, “who is Mjnari?” I said “my bestfriend mom”, “oh sweetheart are you feeling well? your Bestfriend is Tommy Johnson.” I reply furious “Tommy Johnson! The boy who bully’s me? plays cruel pranks on me! No mom that is no friend of mine.”, She replied “sweetheart you must not be feeling well, you should go lay down.” My mother had been no drinker like Mjnari’s mom. She must need sleep or something. I run into my dad and I ask him to let me know when Mjnari comes over, he replies “who is Mjnari, that’s an odd name for a fella.” I stand in even more confused than before and reply “nothing.” I head to my room. How could nobody know who Mjnari was, we have been bestfriends since we were babies. My mother has a photo of us in the tub together as toddlers sitting on the mantle. That’s it! The photo they will remember him that way. I run downstairs to retrieve the photo only to see that it is not Mjnari, it’s Tommy Johnson. Throwing the picture against the wall, the glass breaks. “I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, where is my inhaler? Where is Mjnari? Where is he?” Knocking down all the pictures on the mantle, they shatter on the cherry hard wood floors. I kick the the coffee table pushing it against the couch. “Where is Mjnari?! He is my bestfriend! He is my brother! Where is he?” “Caleb!” My mother calls out to me. “Caleb stop, what are you doing?” She sees that I have broken her pictures, her face fills with rage. “My pictures! What have you done?” She grabs my arm ready to spank me, I pull back so hard that she loses her grip and I hit my head on the fireplace. I wake up in my bed it is 9 o’clock in the morning. “Caleb!” my mother calls out, “Mjnari is at the door!” My eyes go as wide as they can as I jump out the bed and run down the stairs to the front door where my bestfriend stands. I open the door to see Mjnari with his map in his hand ready to explore, his bike behind him with the handle bar digging in the lawn.“Hey Caleb are you ready to explore sector three today? I think I am going to label it Dark Trees.”
By Sierra Stewart5 years ago in Fiction
101
Amidst an immaterial world, of an insignificant time, the draught of life runs amongst its people. The dull chassis' of Humanity's metal thralls take on the duty of serving their own depression, commanded by the few destined obesities that herald above all else. With a repugnant appetite for more when there is already so little, their souls of avarice are mirrored by what they source for entertainment.
By Will Parsons5 years ago in Fiction
The Mind Flayer
David wondered if the plants were real and if his pondering on the validity of their existence, defeated the purpose of including them at all. The Mind Flayer interrupted his rumination as if she heard his inquiry telepathically and asked in a monochrome calm, "Perhaps this would be a good time to get to the... Er... proverbial, heart of the problem... David." Her tone, unfortunately while calm, had been slowly succumbing to the irony of pairing artificial lighting with outdoor plants since the moment David walked in. He just couldn't help but correlate the plants to himself, a plant in need of sunshine, bathing in a world of fluorescent lighting. A world without love. "So..." She continued. "Tell me about Gaia." The dreary sepia that covered davids soul burst into an eruption of vivid sangria green and for the first time since David stepped into the office, he lived. Noticing that she now had his full attention, the Mind Flayer continued. "You... described her as... Let's see here... Ah, a 'breath of fresh air' in our conversation over the phone." David chuckled, and by reflex looked up at something that couldn't have possibly been present in an empty room. "She wasn't a breath of fresh air. She was the act of drowning. An overcoming sensation of when too much of a good thing becomes deadly. The inclination of gasping for warmth, while accepting the unknown. She was... my world. Or perhaps she was the vastness beyond reach that I hoped to explore. The world I chose to live in." As he spoke David noticed the Mind Flayer's eyes were fixed on the locket Gaia gave him years ago. He suddenly understood what she meant now. David lived in an artificial world. A world where emotions were prescribed, individuality was a commodity, opinions were sold and love was a series of calculated transactions. Somehow in this artificial world David had found the one and only natural occurrence. And this Mind Flayer had referred to her as a problem, which in itself... Was a problem.
By Carpe Breeze5 years ago in Fiction
Silver
It is an easy thing to lose one’s parents. The priest certainly needed no reminders. It had been over thirty-five years and still the memory haunted him, his mother and father crying out in anguish while trying to protect him from the demon Cilius. They died with their efforts. The evil scourge was now his unwelcome companion and showed its twisted form whenever he dared to have a peaceful moment. The bloody stench of that day so long ago, still fresh in his heart, made his hand instinctively clutch at the worn book hidden within his cassock. At long last in his possession, the Diabolis Ordo was his chance to change his fate.
By Monique Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
My Heart
“Today I woke up, just like every day since day Zero! Sweating profusely from the same nightmare I've endured every night as well. Waking up has no longer been a blessing, rather it feels like a horrid taunt for my lack of success. I looked down at my daughter’s heart lock necklace, still clinched ever so tightly in my hand. So tight in fact that often my hand bruises and is left with an imprint, much like my ring finger. The sanction guards made sure to take my ring off first thing when I got there.
By Joshua I Benton5 years ago in Fiction
Thin Limbs
Thin limbs burst through the high grass. Then came the rest of her out into the clearing, hooded, covering as much bare skin as her stolen rags could manage – may she be forgiven for stealing. The casual film of grime attending her served as a second layer of protection from the lethal UV. The leathery texture of her young skin testifying to its efficacy.
By cityashram5 years ago in Fiction
Lorieve
The sky was bright baby blue, encasing a yellow dot, fluffy cumulonimbus clouds flooded the skies. The natural suburban lifestyle is how everyone in Lorieve once lived, that was before the infection spread and before every human turned on each other. Now the skies are full of torture and hate, clouds filled with darkness and no sign of light. There used to be hope in Lorieve but I wonder, where did that all go? Those who survived the infection like me are lucky but have yet to find out. It’s just me, Blossom, a 12 year old girl who has yet to see the world and Fenix, a puppy with not a clue in the world.
By Corinne Del Cid5 years ago in Fiction
An Empty Frame
The mewling had gone on for days at this point. No words, just a pitiful whimper, three hundred feet below her. She should have put it out of its misery. Shoot on sight was the policy, and it had kept her safe for years now. But when she’d lined up her scope and saw the pitiful thing, she knew it wasn’t capable of hurting her in that state.
By Elliott Rozwen5 years ago in Fiction
