Sci Fi

"Shattered Memories of Days Gone"
It’s been three days since the world has been in total discord. And, since everything had gone down, Jack and I have been surviving. Something terrible has happened and we’re still not sure what’s going on. We have been walking around the city for what seems like weeks - in search of a safe place to hide for a few days. We walked through endless, empty neighborhoods, one after the other. These neighborhoods, which were once alive and full of life, memories and people, were now empty and mere shadows of what we once knew - just a few days prior. Occasionally, I would see a mysterious shadow in a window as we walked past the houses, looking out in despair, with what seemed like a slight glimmer of hope. As time goes by, the houses seem to warp as if I was in a dream – a really bad dream. But, I knew we were awake – as no dream has ever been this real.
By Bee5 years ago in Fiction
Not So Far as the Stars
In the morning their conversation turns to dreams. She says she dreams of his home, though she's never been. And of the green and red trees and the people who climb the trees to keep the cutters from coming. In truth, the cutters don’t check so much if there’s a climber in the trees these days, but it’s hours too early to turn the talk somber so he sends a sleepy smile:). Says maybe soon the air will thicken up enough to get the lockdown lifted and she can see the trees awake. It’s a crude veil for a clumsy invitation, but in the bleary semiconscious of solitude, subtlety evades. He hopes he's played the game by the rules. He hopes she sees the invitation, but only if she’s looking for it. He hopes she’s looking for it.
By Quinn Miller5 years ago in Fiction
Butterfly Menagerie
The Silver Queen had seen better days. What once had been a smooth milky canvas of youth was beginning to sour. The lines of her face were not forged with laughter or joy, but from the cruel, callous sculptor of time.
By Jessie Hiscox5 years ago in Fiction
Digital Euphoria
The howls of the mutant horde echoed off empty brownstone apartment blocks. The crack of their rifles rippled through the concrete ruins of upper Manhattan. The wulves hunted me and I could barely hear the chilling din of the mob over the frantic beating of my heart.
By Christopher Gregg5 years ago in Fiction
Secrets of the Sun
“What do you mean you’ve never left the Westward Borough!?” Cahya demanded. Skuggi’s shoulders slumped and he smiled sheepishly. He seemed torn between the embarrassment of admitting to a lie and the panic of shooting away from the only place he’d ever lived.
By Beth Vaught5 years ago in Fiction
Possession.
Part 1 Moss is softer, quieter in the rain. The boy’s shoes made no sound as he stepped into the clearing. Above him swayed a ring of black pines, the highest losing form as they met the heavy clouds. It was not dark. Two beams shot through the forest, making bars on the moss where shadow hit the ground. The boy stayed behind the bars as he stepped forward. The truck was audible now, it’s idling engine puttering above the sound of rain on pine. The boy lowered himself in line with a downed tree beside the road. The truck was empty. In the distance, the boy could make out the hazy silhouettes of two men and a dog. One held an umbrella, the other, a flashlight. They scanned the trees. The boy slid over the log and, crouching, began to make his way across the wide dirt road.
By Miles Gibson5 years ago in Fiction
Down Below
The ground fell. “Watch out… Looks like they’ve been here too.” Mark whispered; his voice dropping towards the end. Lea sighed. “Yeah. Let’s be more careful. There may be more of these.” Mark side eyed her and walked ahead. Lea scoffed at his arrogance and followed suit.
By Alex Pineda5 years ago in Fiction
When There Is No Sun
July 7. 2050 "Earth scientists knew this was coming. Astrologers knew this was coming. YOU knew where we were heading.
By Diamond Chanell5 years ago in Fiction
To Thrive
On the first day of my 19th year, my grandmother died of thirst. Three days later, my grandfather joined her in the great beyond. I am alone. Starting before I formed my first memory, I've watched my people wither, like the trees in our woodlands and crops in our fields.
By A. Grace5 years ago in Fiction
Hazeline
Tyken stepped onto the balcony, taking in the morning sunlight. As usual, the sky was undercast. Tyken couldn’t remember the last time he had seen the earth through the haze, as he had often seen during the storms of his youth. Now, storms didn’t even blow across the land, despite the fact that this city had once be renowned for them.
By Spencer Van Leeuwen5 years ago in Fiction
Eternity 241
Entry 241 They said the End is coming. I heard the guards say it. When they thought no one else was around. What is the End? Is it everyone’s end? Or just ours? Lots of things have changed in 241 entries.
By A.B. Emmett5 years ago in Fiction
The Traveler
“Come traveler, pull up a seat and let me tell you of a tale. This is a tale that most know yet continue to disregard and ignore.” The hooded traveler, that the old and frail man was talking to, stood still, and weighed what the old man’s tale could be about. “Come, sit, and rest those weary bones of yours.”
By Colin Gleason5 years ago in Fiction