Sci Fi
Becoming The Sun
Sometimes when I wake up before the sunrise it can feel like the world is ending. Or has ended. Of course, I can feel all of my toes on the cold floor at the side of my bed. However, as I reanimate, the passive void of this predawn hour feels more familiar, more homely to me than the usual stir of the buzzing business hours in the city. It’s an eerie stillness, a nothing before a something, a calm before a storm.
By Alex Pangia5 years ago in Fiction
The Chair
In the year 2020, President Donald Trump is re-elected as president. In the worlds weakened state from the Corona Virus, President Trump begins to invade foreign countries, leading to a ten year. Ten years later, Mexico releases "The Chair", aiding in the resolve of the energy crisis caused by the war. The year is now 2050. The Corona Virus is still present and has mutated to Covid-25.
By Llewellynn Foulk5 years ago in Fiction
The Siege
Many tools have been used over the ages in an attempt to track time. They increasingly became more sophisticated and least often would predict the coming of the end of times. History is now the keepsake of the old and sage. In this era where an individual’s lifespan could easily surpass 120 years, Earth’s history is successfully passed on through tales of old. However, years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds have become a relic only to be replaced by growing times and winters. It is said that a full 150 winters have passed since the siege occured that threw the world into archaism.
By Go Strongwill5 years ago in Fiction
Caerulea
I remember how violently my hands were shaking. Others had jumped. Dad had told me about them. I remember he said most of them were suicides, and the way his mouth twisted strangely when he said it, almost as if there existed no countenance to express the emotion he was feeling. There were others too though, Yarrow, who jumped with intent to survive. You are my daughter. I know you will be okay.
By Dustin Laurence5 years ago in Fiction
Holocene
“Another object telling me how to think” Amari muttered to herself rolling her eyes. Crouching in the mud she scooped up the plastic memorandum to the past and shoved it into her satchel. Looking up through the protective canopy, she could see the sun finally slipping out of the sky. The fading light at the onset of dusk always gave Amari a sense of freedom. Sometimes, she had the urge to burst out from the safety of the shadows. Arms outstretched, turned to the sky, basking in the full warmth of the sun. She knew better. Her comrade, Zakia, made sure she knew it with that ever-discerning look that she too often gave.
By Jay Sylvian Thomas Heigl 5 years ago in Fiction
The Ice War
No one was sure how it was done... An accidental release of chemicals disbursed into the environment, or leaking into the ground over time. Small comets hitting the Earth and messing with something. A millitary lab screwing with something... it happened.
By Craig Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Pursuit B
I tear down the dirt road, and wince at the dusty trail in my wake. There is too much dust now, everywhere. I pass useless farm fields, once green and full of life, now barren wastelands of dead brown. The desolate acres remind me why I'm on this little mission of mine. Well, huge mission, actually. The only mission left.
By Kate Sutherland5 years ago in Fiction
