Sci Fi

The Future is Funny
The Future is Funny I. “Call me Wolfgang, screaming across the sky, cartel boss gloss visor with a smile, make it loud, give ‘em hell, what are these noxious vapors that I smell?” Eminem’s voice dubbed over Skrillex and et. al. Supersonic: My existence (2021), piercing my headphones while I ride. The song has been out for a long time, but it still makes my bones rattle when I hear it, you could say, it’s a part of me. Who am I? You already know.
By Tyler Nowicki5 years ago in Fiction
Doomed Day
Blood. That's what I saw. As she slid down the wall, painting a trail of death as her right hand scratched the air, desperately trying to get a hold of anything she could grab. The last bit of light. The last bit of love. The last bit of life. Her eyes were screaming pain, her facial expression hard to put into words. It was as if she was having a conversation with herself that she was going to be alright, even though her heart knows she’s lying. Her body relaxes, as her mind continues to do its job, and her eyes hold on to the picture inside her peripheral. Letting out a gargled sigh, she hangs her head to the side, defeated but still fighting. Something just won’t let her let up. She’s in insufferable pain and no matter how hard her heart fights for life, her mind objectively pleads for her body to let her soul go. Life slowly creeps its way out of her deepest depths as she slips away, her expression still pleading for her life.
By Taz5 years ago in Fiction
The Guiding Principles
Prologue Men destroyed the world and women rebuilt it. After The Storm and the subsequent wars, the humans that remained on Earth rallied around the Guiding Principles drafted by eight of the top surviving women scientists of the time. Dr. Aadya Taylor is credited as the main author. She added the line “Gender is a construct; however, if we must categorize and organize, we would do well to put those that are female presenting and non-binary in charge.”
By JW5 years ago in Fiction
Blink of an eye
It all happened so fast… nobody was ready. First they fell from the sky… April 7th 3022 9:30 pm We were eating dinner like a “traditional family” if you can call what we have a family at this point.
By Alena Burns5 years ago in Fiction
The Floor is Lava
“It was excruciating. I felt nothing except for some sort of cruel slithering down my throat. My lungs fought back. Hard.” My voice broke. “I could feel them pounding against my rib cages. My heart felt like it was pulsating through my eyes.”
By DC5 years ago in Fiction
The Forbidden Treasure
“ Team ready , yourself will you , know teams” Starling looked sound at her small group , before she separated them into smaller groups maybe to never see them again. But she could not show her fear of this on her face; she just had to straighten her back and make the groups. “ Annika and Josephine, then that leaves Lavender and me.” Starling walked over to her partner and stopped in front of Starling, tossing her coat over shoulders.
By Victorian Black 5 years ago in Fiction
Numb
I carefully warm my hands by the small fire. The intense heat sears into the countless cuts on my hands, but I am numb to the pain. It’s been ten years since the world as we know it, or perhaps knew it, has ended. This new world is all about survival, and to survive you must learn how to become numb, both physically and emotionally. Humans have become as numb as the decaying zombies which now roam our world.
By Silvia Spinn5 years ago in Fiction
Pandora's Locket
Tick. Tick. Tick. I have never had a birthday. Birthdays are reserved for those lucky enough to have been born, rather than created.
By Tanya Hankins5 years ago in Fiction
The Ragdoll That Was Human
The darkness was nice. It kept reality away, memory vague. I couldn’t look to confirm or deny anything. How could I refute that this wasn’t all just a dream, that the horror show I’d seen wasn’t just a result of a fractured sanity? I could hear water dripping nearby and rain pouring down hard up above me.
By Meghan Williams5 years ago in Fiction
Here
The timeslips started a while ago was it always, the tether bites my hand it’s the freckles on my thigh I focus on, triangle of three brown spots it’s me it’s me here I am, though it’s the tether that holds me, less and less it seems. Old concrete softens and flexes but I keep it in shape, keep it solid. Kaisa’s foraging, feel her waver, a glimpse of green, berries, groping though now they’re just shoots, now they’re bitter, spat out, ripe ripe berries – a send out, a faith, her hand touches one solidifies against her skin, got it, stains of crimson fingerprints of juice smeared mouths, we’ll eat for now at least.
By rebecca zg5 years ago in Fiction
The Scavenger and The Lost Lover
Malakal always had a soft spot for broken things. It’s why he became a scavenger after the Great Move. As he sat by a round table at the Treasure Trove on the moon, he felt his heart hurt for the woman in front of him. She was sobbing uncontrollably while clutching a teardrop-shaped necklace that had a picture of her long-lost lover.
By Moon River Enigami5 years ago in Fiction
The Productive Employee
“I miss you,” he typed. The words appeared briefly on screen before being wiped away and replaced with “I’m glad you’re here with me.”
By Andrew P5 years ago in Fiction