Sci Fi
Hidden Feelings
The footsteps got louder as they walked over the wooden floor of our kitchen. I was below the floor. Hiding. Scared. Terrified that I’d be next. The darkness surrounding me didn’t dispel any of my fears, but only intensified them. My breath was escaping my body quickly, as my nerves grew. Luckily, the frantic noise of my exhales were dampened by the banging of doors and objects hitting the ground. A policeman was above looking for me. After the search had stopped, I heard the police probing my father about my location and where I could’ve gone. Muffled, I heard my father say, “Here? You must be crazy. We haven’t seen him since the order.” After 30 minutes, the officer finally left.
By Paul Green5 years ago in Fiction
Building H34
Building H34 was the same as H33 and H35 on either side, formed from concrete and glass, perfectly cubic in every aspect. The grass that fills in the gaps between the buildings is shorn flat as a table every Saturday at 12:01 AM on the dot. There are no doors, for what use did a civilized world have for them? There was no crime, no distrust.
By Audrey Kaye Blue5 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found
Do you believe a place has a spirit? I always thought it was nonsense. But now? Now there are so few places left. Alone, in the darkness of the old radar station, I can feel the press of them – spirits of houses, streets, cities with nowhere left to go, all vying for possession of this concrete relic.
By Debbie Bambrick5 years ago in Fiction
In the end…
Somewhere in a remote town in Virginia “400…… million ……. 400 million people dead. I can’t believe it. It was just 1 week ago they were discussing about this unknown virus in tomatoes. TS-15 Hmmm.” Khalan was shaking his head as he was mumbling to himself. He wore a brown t-shirt that matched his caramel skin complexion. He stood about six feet tall but was crouching among some bushes across the street from the Global Virology Network building. It was the perfect opportunity to enter the building as the very last of the cleaning staff were about to leave. A Caucasian woman in her late 20s with dark brown hair walked out of the building and locked the building doors with a key. Khalan waited for a few minutes until she drove off in her red Toyota Corolla.
By Tammy Oruwariye5 years ago in Fiction
Servant of Chaos
BIRDS™ sang in the TREES™ decorating Lovelink Plaza. LB78-MFL sat alone on a bench, clutching something in his hand. The plaza was elevated, giving him a good view of the sprawling city. Staring out at the silver-blue buildings of Sunland Metro, he watched the auto-trains coursing through the transport tubes, snaking around, over, and through the skyscrapers.
By Mack Devlin5 years ago in Fiction
Earths Final Hope
According to all salvageable records the apocalypse was slow and painful rather than an explosive event. Their actual take over occurred in just one day. The alien invasion force had been making clandestine soft-landings for weeks increasing their numbers on the ground in preparation for their offensive. They had already infiltrated the offices and staffs of many of our military and political leaders before we were aware of their existence and the existential threat they posed. The most vulnerable proved to be those that worked in mass media like internet and television due to their heavy exposure to the signals. The mysterious signals of course which have been blamed for debilitating the thought processes of all humans who were exposed. Millions of people were apparently affected daily, for months on end, before the Iranian Sheikh convinced his military counterparts in their government to release the discoveries of their cyber teams to the rest of the world. A foreign signal had been detected layered in our satellite transmissions, and it was not from Earth!
By Steven L. May5 years ago in Fiction
What Must Be Done
“Welcome to Rebirth," an intercom announced in the barren room. No artwork or decor adorned the cobblestone walls. Kari woke up a few seconds ago in a cramped cottage. She rose from the lumpy bed and placed her bare feet on the cool, exposed earth. A pair of stark white sneakers were perfectly staged beside the bed; perfect size and matching the rest of her tailored athleisure outfit.
By Adam DiFusco5 years ago in Fiction
Overgrown
His girlfriend always used to tell him that when humans went extinct, plants would reclaim the earth, and it would be beautiful. As he stared up at the stars through the gaps in the canopy he wondered if she ever considered what would happen if they reclaimed it while we were still here.
By Carlos Carthage 5 years ago in Fiction
