Sci Fi
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
Birthing Warriors
I'm going to lose my shit on the next person to ask me why I don't have children. The fucking nerve of some people, asking me to have kids during the fucking apocalypse. What for? To raise warriors and bring them to their death? I wish I could have kids. Earth is so precious and beautiful, such a magical place to grow and teach a child, to have a family...but in my lifetime, it has become a horrifying place to live, unless you live in denial, which is a twisted pleasure only granted to those sick enough to serve the Moonatti. And do you really think those fucking traitors are happy?
By Yessica D. Rostan Aellen (Shessi Sandu)5 years ago in Fiction
Year 2222
The thing about life is that nothing is guaranteed. One day we’re here and the next, we’re not. Although we know the terms and conditions of life, we still form attachments to people as if they belong to us. We promise each other forevers that never existed in the first place. Attachments are dangerous, mostly because when someone leaves they take a part of you with them. Before you know it, our hearts flutter when we hear their name, our eyes water at the thought of their memory, and our bodies do things that we can’t control at the mere reminder of their existence. We never prepare ourself for the idea that any one can be gone at any moment. So when they leave, our life and our being are never really the same.
By I-Asia Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Unrequited Aphrodite
I took Jonathan completely by surprise just when his life was about to change forever. I attribute it to the embers in the breeze and perfect sunset at the party where he laid eyes on me. That evening we talked until the morning without even holding hands. Later, he thought that what drew us together was something immutable and ephemeral, more than the sum of my parts. I guess we mingled enough that night to trade approaches. The poet sought environmental explanations, while the engineer looked no further than his heart. Humans usually mate in pairs, and often trade souls a little along the way. We call it ‘being in love.’
By Nathan Hall5 years ago in Fiction
Birdsong
The birds woke it. The cavern had been wet and chilly the night before, so it had slept near the cave's mouth, where the warm night air would rustle in. It was still early enough in the spring that it didn’t have to worry much about anyone hiking up the mountain yet. So sleeping close to the world was still safe.
By Michael D Dempsey5 years ago in Fiction
DISASTROUS REMINISCENCE
It's hard to live in a world where every inch of you is being violated by disastrous reminiscence. Where Memories are being raped away and used as a determination for the worthiness of life, can we really question morality when death is already imminent? Or should we sacrifice our own beliefs to establish a society of elites willing to resolve the damage?
By Faith Cortes5 years ago in Fiction
What If..
What if I told you that this was Hell? What if I told you that Hell had become so overpopulated with the damned that they no longer had enough demons to control the population. They stole a page from a famous movie and decided that a simulated version of Hell was more effect, saving the physical torture for the worst of the worst.
By Knucklez Deveraux5 years ago in Fiction
The ABCs of Cosmic Love . Top Story - July 2021.
The year is 2150. I’m a resident of what was the USA before we all became one giant global economy. That is, we had to if we wanted to survive. After The Great Fall, there was a melding of human and robot assimilation. Except they’re not us. I feel like I’m putting on a show portraying my AI personality. It’s almost impossible for me not to say I won't. What choice do I have? One thought-die. I've done that once before I became part of AI. My family and I have been designed this way through generations of programming.
By Jessica Crane 5 years ago in Fiction
