Sci Fi
Finally Lucid
Finally Lucid Three million people in this world, and loneliness sets in as if I were destined to join her for an eternity. Uncertainty is my life’s theme with no real purpose in sight. How could God have slighted me so? What could I have done in a past life to deserve such cruel treatment from the universe? A woman who walks through life alone is vulnerable, an outcast, unprotected. Yet here I am.
By TiAnna Williams5 years ago in Fiction
The System
Candace put her hands over her ears at the sound of the morning trumpet. It seemed as if she just closed her eyes to sleep, and now it was time to get up again. She jumped off her bunk and joined the others as they shuffled to breakfast. Normally she wouldn’t be this excited, but this will be her first day as an administrator. This new position means better living quarters and rations for her family. She promised her dying father that she would take care of her grandmother and sister, and she was a woman of her word.
By Sapphire DeBrown5 years ago in Fiction
Fragments
December 24th, PW (Post-War) Light crests the silvery peaks of a minor fragment as the new day dawns. The wind carries the foreboding scent of burning sand. The warmth surrounding me almost distracts from war on the horizon. The howls and gunfire seems to shake me even from my fragment half a mile away. The clouds capture the light of the rising sun promising the sweet release of toxic rain for those yet to dissipate. The soft tapping of rain echoes in my mask as my speakers adjust.
By Nwa-san Deslouches5 years ago in Fiction
Hell Froze Over
The door exploded open in a flurry of ash and snow under the weight of his boot. The man shuffled in with his rifle shouldered, scanning the room as the light filtered in through the murky air. It seemed clear, he realized as his two companions drew in behind him. They would have to be quick. The facility was decrepit, maintenance lacking without anything human to walk these linoleum halls anymore.
By Liam McDougall5 years ago in Fiction
Grim
Her screams tear at my ears. I try to push myself up from the ground, but I collapse. I cannot let them take her. A fist collides with my jaw sending a wave of pain through my entire body. A kick to my ribs causes me to cough up blood. I instinctively curl up into the fetal position. I try to scream her name, Kendra, but I choke on my words. Another kick to my left shoulder causes me to roll onto my back. His foot pins me down. Every bone in my body shrieks with defeat. “This one has the look of death in her eyes,” he snarls. His partner laughs at the remark. My eyes waver between the two people. The one who is pining me down has cracks in his skin that resembles a dry desert. The one who laughed has flesh hanging from his face that exposes a part of his bone structure. He has my little sister over his shoulder! Her body is limp. A mixture of panic and anger swarms over me. My hands scurry towards the leg of the man leering above me. I claw at him as I try to wiggle myself free. He kicks my hands away and stomps my wrist to the ground. The cracks in his skin start to glow orange. I would flinch, but Instead I freeze. My mouth becomes dry, and my skin begins to shrivel. I could not bring myself to close my eyes; I helplessly stare at my sister. His partner intervenes, “she is no good to us dead Lucas.” “Relax. We don’t need both,” Lucas retorts. His partner yells “Don’t tell me to relax. You know better than I what happens if we don’t bring them back alive.” Before either one could further protest, a bullet pierces Lucas’s chest. Green smoke emerges from his chest where the bullet hits. Lucas’s eyes widen as he mutters, “the cure.” The weight of his foot lifts from my wrist. He turns towards his partner who is already on the move. Lucas follows his partner’s lead running in the opposite direction of the pursuer. Cursing to myself I try to stand up, but I eventually opt to crawling on my knees. I must get to Kendra. I cannot let them take her! I hear the pursuer’s footsteps nearing. I pray the person does not shoot again. I would rather the kidnappers get away alive with my sister than to have a bullet hit her. What scares me the most is I do not know if she is alive. Her body was so still. My sister’s kidnappers are no longer in sight. I began to crawl as best as I can, but I am not fast enough. Black spots and tears cloud my vision. Suddenly a pair of boots block my path. I raise my head to look at the pursuer. My eyes linger on the gun in the person’s hand. If this is my end, then so be it. I can never forgive myself for losing Kendra. I take my gaze off the gun to look into the eyes of my killer. Those violet eyes stare back at me. It is the last thing that I see before the world goes black… My head is throbbing. The fire in my throat is suffocating. Blurry figures approach me; darkness comes… am I dead? a tingling sensation buries me. indistinct voices fade in and out. Silence comes… My body lunges upward. I am sitting on a floor layered with covers. My clothes are drench in sweat. I rapidly scan the decayed room. It takes a while for my eyes to adjust to the light coming through the boarded-up window. I am alone. I need to get out here before whoever captured me returns. I stand up too fast and get dizzy. I catch myself against the wall with my left shoulder. I grunt at the impact. The door is a few steps away. How big is this building? How many people do I have to get pass? My heart drops as the door slowly creaks open. A girl with an unreadable expression stands in the doorway. I recognize her violet eyes. I quickly position myself in a fighting stance. She reaches in her pocket and holds up a necklace that has a heart-shape locket. She notices a change in my expression. She tosses the necklace to me. When I catch it an image of Kendra’s still limbs swaying back and forth over her kidnapper’s shoulder flashes before me. The necklace belonged to our mother. We both miss her, but I let Kendra wear it. “Thanks,” I say. The girl nods her head in response. I clench the necklace and walk towards the door. “What are you doing?” The girl asks. “I am going to find my sister. She’s all I got have left. Do you mind moving?” I wait for the girl to move out of my way. She speaks in a neutral tone, “You’ve been out of it for three months. Your sister is long gone. Either way you wouldn’t make it into Alpha Order’ s district.” A part me knows she is probably right. However, it does not stop me from pushing pass her. I refuse to leave my sister in a slave camp. “Are you not listening? That’s a suicide mission,” the girl expresses. “Look, I don’t know you or why you even care if I die, but I know you use to be one of them. There were rumors about a cure. I didn’t believe it at first until I saw your eyes,” I reply in harsh manner. “Not everyone who was infected joined the Alpha Order resistance,” she replies. Although her expression remains unreadable, she sounds offended. I sense she is withholding information. I hesitate for a spilt second before walking away. The girl follows me. “Before you go, I need something. I need help getting supplies from a human region,” the girl quickly speaks. I knew there was a catch for her saving my life. There is always price for everything. “Now that you are cured why can’t you go get your own supplies,” I ask. “Not everyone acknowledges that I am human again. Even though I no longer have powers they call us abnormal. Some people even think I am an AO citizen. You on the other hand can safely walk into a human region,” the girl explains. “I can’t help you. The law of jungle applies in the human regions too. I can’t just walk into any human region. Besides they often relocate,” I firmly state. I do not doubt that some humans target her. Regardless, my priority is rescuing Kendra. The girl grabs my arm prompting me to a halt. “Please, I saved your life, and I can show where to get vials of the cure in case you need it,” she pleads. MC30 is not contagious, but I could use to cure; It would be easier to fight a human than to fight the discarded ones. “Fine, I’ll help,” I reply. She releases my arm and puts her hand outwards. “My name is Aaliyah,” the girl says. I shake her hand. When I refrain from telling Aaliyah my name, I think she takes the hint that I do not intend on becoming friends. I’ve learned not trust anyone over the last few years. “How do we get to the roof so I can scope out our surroundings?” I ask. Aaliyah guides the way. The world looks lifeless from up here. I wish I were desensitized from the destruction of the city. It has been seven years since civilization fail apart. I am glade Aaliyah stands quietly beside me. Other than a means to survive, death is all anyone ever talks about. Now that there is a cure for those who are infected maybe there is a chance for peace. Presuming they take the cure. That guy…Lucas looked dismayed when Aaliyah shot him with the cure. If she had come any later while Lucas was draining the life out me, I think I would be dead. I look over to Aaliyah. I wonder which superpower she used to have. She breaks the silence by asking “Are you ready?” I reply, “I don’t think any of us were ever ready.”
By Jay Wilson5 years ago in Fiction
The Seer & the Dark Ones
I felt it first—the cold, chilling feeling that precedes the Dark Ones. I felt it once before when I was a youngling. Usually, as a youngling, you are never allowed to be alone because the Dark Ones are drawn to innocence, to purity. We were all assigned Protectors, and mine had been considered one of the most prestigious of all the others—but I didn’t like being watched. Even being born into the knowledge of constant protection, as a child I still couldn’t help but lack the understanding of why I was being surrounded all the time. It didn’t help that I was protected more thoroughly than all other younglings.
By Mycheille Norvell5 years ago in Fiction
Before The Beginning Was The End
"Mom just trust what I'm saying please, OMG jeizz this is exactly like my dreams! We just need to trust them so we can stay safe and alive, PLEASE MOM! I just KNOW that they won't hurt us if we trust them". I look at Morgan as he's pleading with me to just listen to him. I look at him astonished, never knowing about him having these types of dreams, oh how I wished he would have told me sooner.
By nikkii-Nichole XXMZM5 years ago in Fiction
Capulet Hyperdrive
Capulet Hyperdrive ______________________________________________________________________________ Every love story just remixes an older version of the same. The players change - and the scene - but every basic existential possibility has been outlined; every possible move has been prescribed and codified by the mechanism of our basest instincts. The parameters have been disclosed time and again. Eventually someone would have had to take up the final task of mapping it computationally. So what if I didn’t have the idea to do it first. Sort of the point right there if you ask me. Cap-Sheen Industries tasked me with the job… Don’t know why or what for; seems to me like you could have the proverbial monkeys bashing keyboards for forever and with the program I wrote narrowing the scope, those monkeys might just produce ‘Shakespeare’ exponentially faster given that the monkey can write half a kajillion words per second. Not to sell myself short; no code heretofore has ever captured the kind of nuance I have captured. Jus’ don’t know what they need it for.
By Kade Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Longfellow
Bart Longfellow had been a fat kid. Shy and sweaty under the arms, his physique was a direct antonym to his surname. He was surprisingly rotund given the food shortages, and his bones were peculiarly thin, he was so bulbous, in fact, that it was a minor feat of the human anatomy that the bones could withstand the excess weight. He moved with a morose gait, but he never lost his upbeat attitude or love of puns.
By Ryan Bingham5 years ago in Fiction
The New Earth
It was October 12th, 2201. It was her 16th birthday and she thought she would be spending it entirely differently. She was supposed to be with her family, with friends-even at home. Instead, she was alone. In the hospital with a group of doctors all wearing suits that were so puffy, silver and metallic that they looked like they were not people at all, but some weird metallic monster with a hose for a nose. They towered over her, firing questions at her. “When did you first notice the difference in your breathing?’ “ Did you eat something different?’ “ How do you feel now?’ “Are you dizzy?’’
By Angela kennedy5 years ago in Fiction
