Sci Fi

Please Don't Leave
I was checking the goats when I heard the grumble of a boat engine coming up from the cove. It was a very calm day but the sound was so unusual that it cut through the quiet hum of my thoughts like a knife through butter.
By Simone Aurora Simmons5 years ago in Fiction
Jorgenson; or, The Modern Moreau
Dear Diary, That’s how B0N1 started her journals in the book we read in class. The hazmat in this wing gave me papers and told me to write daily, but I can’t tell anyone, not even other hazmats. I know it’s the same hazmat who runs the scans because his chest says K.C. even though all the hazmats look identical in their white suits.
By Daniel Okulov5 years ago in Fiction
Apocalyptic Poetry
It was the end of the world and she was scavenging words. Toni knew that there were better, far more important things to search for. Here at the edge of a burnt out Chicago, close enough to see the charred remains but far enough to avoid the still smoldering embers at the center. Cities were dangerous places to be now.
By Jharice Blake5 years ago in Fiction
The Courier
Cort sat on a rock, face to the ocean, eyes on an enormous metal spike that rose from the water—a remnant from the not-so-distant past, a broken drill bit left by the Visitors. Cort has viewed recordings of the big machines descending from the sky, penetrating mother earth. Like ants whose hill was kicked, people around the world scurried about angrily, shook fists, threw missiles. The Visitors stomped on our heads with laser canons and bigger bombs until those who were left scuttled away and let them work.
By Robert Pack5 years ago in Fiction
Mind Snatch
"HHMMP! I hate this place, every month I gotta come to this freak zone of 'Orgas'. There must be a virus chain through all their hard wares, why doesn’t anyone else notice?! Where’s the health ministry when you need them eh?"
By Mariam Al Bayaty 5 years ago in Fiction
Proposal: Earth
“Hey now listen here bro, you better watch yourself, I’m not joking when I tell you that I’ve had enough of your fooling around, enough is enough you hear me, if I catch you messing around again, just one more time and I’ll….”
By apollo5 years ago in Fiction
Rust
Maven will never see the sun. She had accepted this fact years ago, knowing that no one in the slum ever did. The clouds and smog from the factories and landfills towering over them, far too dark to ever let a light as bright and beautiful as the sun come through. While the wealthy got to live amongst the sun and watch the smoke in the distance, splendidly draped in cluelessness to the hours Maven and many others in her small area of the world worked to find even just a scrap of metal to sell.
By Jessica Rathmann 5 years ago in Fiction
It hurts
We yearn. Our entire beings weighted under the heavy press of this synthetic reality. We yearn for what used to be – for what is now but a rumour of what once was. Back then, memory worked in weird and wonderful ways. Guesses filled the gaps. Edges blurred. Creation could become reality. There is no space for guesswork now.
By Laura Woodrow5 years ago in Fiction
Wraiths
Wraiths “That’s them then?” Darin said, taking in what Marc had dropped on the counter between them. “—Not very angelic, are they?”
By Joseph Murphy5 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Love
Juliet stood in front of her classmates, soon to be the graduating class of 2121, about to give her speech on the history of human residence on Venus. Living on Venus had been possible for ten years. That's what started the past horrific five years on Earth. The world they now lived in had been conquered by the Venusians due to one discovery 101 years ago.
By Christi Carmichael5 years ago in Fiction
The Collapse
I never dreamt of opening it. I’ve worn this heart for seventeen years, without troubling the secret shut inside it. “Open it alone,” mama said “and only when there’s absolutely no way out. You’ll know when it’s time.” The locket had belonged to my grandmother — your great-grandmother — and once would have held portraits of treasured loved ones ensconced in its tiny golden folds. Perhaps it still does. It was our last meeting, our last embrace before they took her. Mama clasped the chain around my neck and held me tight, whispering “Keep it on and keep fighting til the end. I’m always with you”. I wish that were true. I’ve yearned for mama’s calm wisdom every day of these seventeen years. Then I was separated from you, my darling, and I thought I would die of the heart ache. It’s amazing what the human heart can bear. The past eight years without you have been gruelling, torturous at times. The hope that you have survived, that we will find each other again, has kept me alive, more than anything, more than water … until now. Now I think — I know — it’s time. I’m finally going to find out what gives this little locket such surprising weight.
By Zelda5 years ago in Fiction
Shimmering Point
Fish-catcher felt it punch into his foot, wedging through the soft flesh of his arch to be stopped by one of the cuneiform bones behind his middle toes. Pain licked up his calf, like fire on the tendons. He tripped, crashing forward mid-sprint towards the riverbed below. In a glimpse, he saw his quarry, a silver perch, shoot away into the reeds, then his head connected with a stone.
By Miles Gibson5 years ago in Fiction