Sci Fi
Just Close Your Eyes
I’ve always figured something is wrong with me. It has something to do with the thoughts running around in my mind. The madness up there is tolerable when the sun is out. Sometimes I wonder why we chose these hours to be awake. Who made the rules?
By Casey Burns5 years ago in Fiction
A Fine Harvest Day
It was all Din could do to suppress her laughter at the irony of the pain and fear she felt. Pain was natural, stemming from the familiar throbbing of the bullet lodged in her right shoulder blade. Her fear, though, was that primal terror all of humanity had felt; the knowledge that everything had gone to hell, and she was powerless to stop it.
By Jacob Tedrow5 years ago in Fiction
Neon Groove
NOBODY CAN HEAR A SCREAM IN THE VACUUM OF SPACE, OR SO THEY SAY. That was written on the yellow post-it note on the bottle of Saint-Emilion ‘92 La Mondotte Merlot that John had balanced on the railing of the balcony next to the Doors album. His lucky locket, the heart-shaped one he had bought for half a peso in Tijuana, was bound firmly around his neck. In all honesty, he had no idea what that meant, but underneath it, someone had written THIS SHIT COST ALMOST $300 SO DON’T DRINK IT DEREK!!!
By Steve Hanson5 years ago in Fiction
Listen To The Thunder With Me
She reaches the top of the ridge and is smacked in the face by the view through the barren trees: a vast expanse of devastation stretching from just below her all the way to the horizon. Countless skyscrapers replaced with haphazard piles of concrete, glass, steel, asphalt, brick, and shattered memory. Ruins of an evaporated civilization, the detritus of all earthly existence.
By Nathan Perriello 5 years ago in Fiction
The Symbol
The team and I were 25 klicks inside containment zone 32 when I found it. Zone 32 surrounds the ruins of John F. Kennedy plaza in what’s left of Center City plaza. This thing I found, it’s on a silver chain and I wouldn’t have noticed it if I didn’t hit the ground when two muties got the drop on us. The muties are really bad in 32.
By John Absher5 years ago in Fiction
Sunset.
Sunset. He pushed aside the splitting timber gate and walked the barren path to his front steps. He stood before the boarded windows of his house and decided to sit a while before going inside. The light at this time of the year, even with nothing much to fall on, reminded him of his childhood. The pink of the clouds, the rusty sky. The breeze swirling with metallic dust. Then, it had been seasonal. Now, it was permanent.
By Hugh Kilpatrick5 years ago in Fiction
Life Inside
Little girl (year 2031) finds a beautiful translucent locket, that holds a miraculous secret. (Inside locket) a city of non-christians, survived the ending of the world in 2041, through technilogical advances that allowed them to be transported to a parallel plane. (A fact they should've asked more about.
By Jasmine Woodson5 years ago in Fiction





