Sci Fi
My Daughter, on Mars.
12:01 am The midnight air has cooled to a manageable temperature, and the moon glowing into the kitchen window is the only thing illuminating this room. It's just enough to spot the lighter in the kitchen drawer. I hold my breath and roll my thumb over the wheel. Once. Nothing. Twice. A momentary glimpse of a spark. Three times. Got it. I slowly lower it towards the counter, and hope to god it doesn't go out. Then, a subtle orange flame emerges.
By M. Madella5 years ago in Fiction
Zola & The Heart
The Prophet paced the floor and wrung his hands. “Oh the world burned again, just like it always does,” he complained. “Consume the people with sickness, and their love for blame destroys them. Literally—it didn’t take long for the bombs to drop.” He held an hourglass in his hands and peered into it, “see, there they go… run little scavengers. Yes, pull yourselves out of the rubble and create your factions to survive, that will work.” He sighed.
By Meagan Dion5 years ago in Fiction
TBD
Jali carefully removed the chain from her neck, sliding the locket into the hidden pocket she had sewn into the sleeve covering her prosthetic arm. If all went well, the Tompkins chip concealed behind the photos of her and Raxis in the locket would be accepted by the scanner, and she could withdraw her remaining monthly credits. It was a risk, but she hoped that the gold-filled metal heart locket would provide just enough current for the chip to be read when connected to the cloned bud that was growing into an arm under the prosthesis. If the circuit could not be made, the sensor implant without the accompanying chip would set off an alarm and she would be arrested for amputating her chipped arm.
By Beth Imperial-Rogers5 years ago in Fiction
The Shutting Out
Poe has the key. Find her, Orion. It’s our only hope. Electra’s pen slipped on the page as the sound of boots came from below, hundreds of boots. She looked at the note in her hands and knew what she had to do. She uncapped a bottle of ink and poured it across the page where it obscured the words and settled in a black pool.
By Leigh Foster 5 years ago in Fiction
Brise Soleil
I can tell that it’s snowing before I open my eyes. The vast bedroom windows, two inches thick and double glazed, are purpose built to keep the weather at bay – but they’ve never been able to impose this kind of silence. The harbour is completely frozen over, rows of abandoned houses stretching down to the water are a grid of vague white angles. Rolling onto my back, I enjoy the blinding whiteness of seven AM. Three full minutes pass before I remember last night’s firestorm.
By Michelle Balogh5 years ago in Fiction
The BioTech Revolution
Most days, she didn’t even notice the display case filled with relics as she walked the open hall to her lab station. They were as interesting as a door handle or the tinting on the colossal sky lights above her head. But today, the sun’s beam, refracted on the golden edge of the heart-shaped piece of metal, caught her eye, and she slowed to a halt in front of the exhibit. She considered the piece of jewelry before her—the patinated locket hanging on a similarly oxidized golden chain was splayed open, each half stuffed with a tiny picture. On the right, a smiling woman glowed warmly out from the little frame; on the left, a child of indeterminate gender, grinned with self satisfaction.
By Manda Cook5 years ago in Fiction
