Sci Fi
The Heartbreak Kid
It was 1 AM, graduation night, and Jacob was kneeling in a public restroom in the park vomiting into the soiled toilet bowl. The park was technically closed, but it hadn’t been that hard to jump the fence, even in his condition. He breathed through his mouth a few times, trying not to smell his own stomach contents, and then vomited again, missing the bowl and splattering yellowy pulp across the seat and the concrete floor.
By Steve Hanson5 years ago in Fiction
One Moment
“Lexi, you are the one for me. You are the only one for me in this lifetime and the next.” Dax struggled to open a tiny, lavender, heart-shaped box that his hand seemed to swallow. Tiny droplets of sweat glistened his palms and transferred little reminders of his nervousness onto the box as he fumbled to open this gift of several lifetimes.
By Jennifer Prince5 years ago in Fiction
When Hell Freezes Over (Updated)
A young tan girl fiddles with a heart-shaped locket as she sits on the floor ignoring the adults arguing in the center of the bunker. Her face is a crust with previous tears and her fiddling only serves as a distraction to her disturbing surroundings. The children around her complain and cry as the adults bicker louder and louder.
By Omari Huguley5 years ago in Fiction
Silence is Golden
On the surface, nothing had changed. The world still looked the same. The birds still sang and grass still grew. It didn’t look like the barren wasteland landscape of all those post-apocalyptic films I’d seen when I was a young girl. There were no warlords, people were not hunting each other as a source for food, and the world had not fallen into financial ruin. The death rattle of society was not screamed by half insane men dressed in leather and painted in chemicals nor was it shrieked in hunger by zombies emerging from hidden places to grasp desperate living humans locked in a constant state of terror and survival.
By Christina Parkinson5 years ago in Fiction
File Doomsday Prequel
Dust turbulently swirls in the distance. It’s cloud stretches over a thin mirage on the horizon. A Sentinel droid Jo3 glides above the surface of SECTION 10, once known as, The Mosaic Dunes. The droid closely swoops across the rolling hills, kicking up dirt, marking a path from its propulsion jets.
By CR. Phoenix 5 years ago in Fiction
A World Beyond
A WORLD BEYOND JAY CONTINUED pulling wires from his solar panels to the array of batteries he had cobbled together in the basement. Like most everything they acquired, the panels and batteries were ‘borrowed’ from now-abandoned homes and businesses around Jackson, Wyoming.
By ERIC RICHIE5 years ago in Fiction
A Second Venus
At first we assumed them as innocent. Our presumptions were wrong. They descended from the clouds, at lightning speed, on a large rock. The impact was felt by us below ground. I was assisting a youth, who was having trouble sculpting shape from his mind. I shielded him from the blast as we were thrown from our upright position into a tangled web of arms and legs. The heat quickly rose. The room we were in was only partially dismantled, so I advised the boy to stay and tend to his wounds, as it would help him practice healing.
By anabri james5 years ago in Fiction
