Sci Fi

The Last Honey of the Bee
In the year 2108, the only thing more valuable than water was honey. As far as humanity knew, bees were extinct. Only the Militia knew the beekeepers were still out there, hidden as they were.
By Alexandria5 years ago in Fiction
Locket Skin
Atlan appeared outside the fuzzy portal facing Bion. He lifted his torn shirt up high enough to reveal the tattoo that he knew would allow free entry. Bion could barely make out the distinctive marking buried beneath the deep lacerations across his chest. He nodded for Atlan to enter while stepping aside to clear the opening.
By Dana Jae 5 years ago in Fiction
The Unsatisfied
I could feel myself fighting desperately to float back up. To open my eyes at another start and another chance. Past the heavy and the dread. She was all I had left in the world, and I would not let her down if it was the last thing I did.
By Tiara Morris5 years ago in Fiction
The Chosen
Artemis wrapped her delicate fingers around the heart-shaped pendant. She could feel its energy pulsing around and through her, matching her heartbeat, synchronizing with her breathing. It was getting stronger with every pulse, and it at once was as soothing as being held by her mother, being sung a sweet lullaby, and also as energetic as electricity running through every nerve. Her 12-year-old self did not feel like twelve anymore. Instead, she felt the surge of knowledge and emotion of more than her lifetime.
By Tracy Tison, Sr5 years ago in Fiction
Legacy
The reflection of the sunset on the waters horizon was stunning. An NFT digital asset of it would draw 4982,000 billion in ether coins. Wuhan18 was finishing his nutrition wafer and staring down from his 20,31ft 6190.5 m sea level open air scaffolding loft. Wu had company coming tonight and they were going to tour, with the five wing man jet packs on the landing platform.
By Julianna Voth5 years ago in Fiction
The RISE & Fallout
April 22, 2123
By Ashley McLachlan 5 years ago in Fiction
The Promotion.
Jared stared blankly at his computer screen, feeling numb, displaced by it all. Life. Everything. Sometimes it just seemed like it was too much for him. Today was too much for him. He took it all in, as he took nothing in; his small cubicle, desk, the hallway outside, the building where he worked. All so metallic, so shiny, so listless. Twirling the locket with Marissa’s picture in his hand, he looked down at it. She was so beautiful. He wished he could be with her. He leaned back and let out a heavy sigh. It was almost time for his promotion. Everyone had been telling him for weeks that he should be excited; one more day, he only had to wait until the day after tomorrow and he could leave this cubicle behind. He could leave this whole building behind. He had a more important place to go. He should be excited, but he wasn’t. He was dreading it, but he didn’t know why. Surely anything would be better than this.
By Abyssnee J. Pelitar5 years ago in Fiction
Did the World End?
I awoke to the sound of birds chirping and the sun’s warmth pouring in through my window, was that even possible? The night before the entire planet had been destroyed, the thought of it rattled me to the core.
By Eloisa Margarita Soto5 years ago in Fiction
Bandwidth
Elishia let her pointer finger trace along the line where the glass had shattered on the jewelry display. Mama was looking for the pretzel dough recipe in the nearest Auntie Anne’s to the store she left Elishia and Papa in. Mama told her not to move away from the mannequin behind her.
By Jessica Conway5 years ago in Fiction
SYNTHETIC EVOLUTION
Professor Devol grips the statuette. MR fluid drips off in sticking globs, wetting the curled-up bot at her feet. Lifeless. Expired. Neck glugging out custard lumps of magnetic blood. She’d known just where to strike and she’d struck hard, snapping to violence like a triggerfish in heat. It was murder, pre-programmed 2000 years earlier with a body horror that crawled up her insides and raged blindly into her fist. The murder of a bot she’d met just once, ten years ago, when there was a particularly strong wheeze in the breeze.
By Melanie Sano5 years ago in Fiction
Covend
To you.. There wasn't any sign of possibly coming back. The world had flipped upside-down basically overnight. At first we didnt know what caused it, every government was selling the same story.
By David Kichuk5 years ago in Fiction
Giulia's Locket
Good morning Mom. Good morning Giulia. How did you sleep? I slept well, Mom. I won’t be eating breakfast, got to arrive early to take Senior pictures today. Oh yes, wow! Time flies!
By Silina Christian5 years ago in Fiction