Sci Fi
Operation Pet Shop
Nights feel long on Jupiter. The stars shine less brightly when you consider how long they’ve been dead. From what I’ve read, humans were always looking at stars, reading things into them about their futures, their pasts, what made them them – trying to find their way Home (as if it helped them – us – in the end). But the stars are gone; this is just their echo.
By Deborah Stokol5 years ago in Fiction
A Girl Named Katie
The worldwide pandemics began in the year 2047; for decades, it raged a fury. Year after year, the virus mutated, each mutation stronger until most of the world population was gone. The few that have survived have been enslaved by a Draconian alien race. The elite has formed a secret government allowing the Draconian to rob earth's natural resources and enslave the human race. Earth's only hope is the Freedom Fighters.
By Linda Kelso5 years ago in Fiction
Earth 2
In deep space, God only knows where floated Earth 2. A miraculous piece of handiwork and ingenuity. From the outside, everything looked calm and almost serene as the ship drifted slowly through the vast empty space. You would have no idea the chaos that was going on inside.
By Emily Galvan5 years ago in Fiction
Getting Ahead
I. I expected a foul, reeking combination of blood and spinal fluid (or at least what I imagined spinal fluid would smell like. Kind of rusty, maybe?). But my senses were still foggy, so all I could smell was an aggressive bleach - which I assume was someone's polite attempt to replace something I shouldn't try to imagine. It's strange that I spent my first few seconds back from things assessing the air quality when I was so obviously without the luxury of leisurely sniffing out my surroundings. There were clearly more pressing matters at hand.
By Barbara Long Bishop5 years ago in Fiction
The Infinite Hands of Hammond
Over the grass they ran like fugitives in the grey dawn. A fine rain fell and their suits were slick with it. There was a building across the field, stately and silent and looming to which they ran. One of them stopped briefly to look back at the woods where the bodies lay crumpled and bloody. He cursed them silently and then continued on.
By William Redfern5 years ago in Fiction
The Soul of Chaos
“One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.” -- Nietzsche. Violet ran through the desert separating Genosphere G336 from the Dead City for hours until she finally collapsed, exhausted and dehydrated. Her mind clung to the image of her dead clone, whom she had left behind in one of the many supply alleys of the Genosphere, lying lifeless under the faltering light of a single bioluminescent bulb. Knees scraping against the hot sand, Violet thought of her girlfriend Mercy, who had urged her to leave the Genosphere and had transported her to the very edge of civilization, where desert met city wall, hoping that Violet would reach the Dead City, only now visible ahead.
By Dooney Potter5 years ago in Fiction
Within Our Reach
The data wars have become so absurd that data itself has literally taken physical form. It evolved from the airwaves, and eventually became a permanent atmosphere around our planet, and it leaves a dark red glow around everything. Every company wanted to own it, but it was solely owned by ArcTech... 'Happiness is within your reach'
By Anthony Licata5 years ago in Fiction
Asher - The Heart-Shaped Locket
It is the year 2053, and Asher is asleep in his pod tube. His recurring dream takes him to a utopia of just 32 years prior when his mother was just a 13-year-old girl. As a child, Asher loved listening to his mother telling of the time she and her siblings spent with their grandmother, who they called “Nanny”. His mother recalled just how much they all enjoyed spending time at her house which sat across from verdant rolling hills pastures, where she and her siblings roamed free to catch fireflies in the summer evenings, and where the sweet smell of honeysuckle permeated the air. Such sweet memories for his mother and her siblings. Oh, how Asher longs to experience such utopia.
By Theresa Davis5 years ago in Fiction
The Great Fall
In 2029, a message played across every electronic device which existed. “I have loved living here. I have loved seeing how the earth moves and how people changed. But I refuse to stand by as the race I love so profoundly slowly brings upon their own destruction. In thirty seconds all electricity will cease to operate any longer. There will be no thermal, no electrical, no hydro, or any alternative forms of power. I do this not out of hate, hence why there will be a way for this curse to be broken. In my mother's locket there will be the instructions and the cure. All you have to do is find the locket where it is hidden in the heart of humanity. I wish you luck.”
By Lizzy Nikkels5 years ago in Fiction
