Sci Fi
Through Macy’s Eyes
I awake to the aroma of a fresh pot of coffee. A familiar smell. For a moment, it instantly brings me back to a time before. It brings back a memory of me beginning the day. I can literally feel myself walking across the kitchen floor, the cold tile beneath my feet. I open the window shades and instantly feel the warmth and brightness of the sun on my face. While leaning forward and taking in as much sunlight as I can, I feel my locket fall against my chin. I reach up and place my fingers around it, feeling the cool heart-shaped pendant. A gentle reminder. I pop two pieces of bread in the toaster and search the fridge for my favorite strawberry jam. As I’m pouring my coffee, I hear my phone beep. I take a glance and see that Kay is texting about meeting for dinner tonight. We made plans at our favorite Friday nightspot. An Italian restaurant in the heart of the city. But no time to drool over gnocchi. I have a full workday ahead of me. My toast springs out with the perfect amount of crisp. I smear the jam on and take a bite followed by a sip of coffee, but before I take a sip, I’m jolted back. My memory is crushed by the sound of banging on the door.
By Kiyanna Macey5 years ago in Fiction
Glitch in Society
I was relatively certain it was the morning for two reasons. First, there was the aches of my joints from sleeping in one position all night. Followed by the distinct bitter taste that mornings typically left in my mouth. It had to be morning, but my CORE display said otherwise. I blinked a few times in rapid succession, but the world that stretched out before me was nothing more than a black void. Immediately, I started to panic. The worst case scenario: being suffocated by darkness forever, became a clearer and clearer stroke of reality as the seconds dragged on. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. “It was simply a minor bug or glitch in the system.” I reassured myself. As with all programs CORE was not immune to technical difficulties. I knew that first hand as one of their lead systems programmers. Suddenly, a light out of the dark, a pop up wrapped around my display that read: SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE. SERVERS WILL BE ONLINE SHORTLY. I breathed a sigh of relief and fell back into the comforting embrace of my covers. I was grateful to get at least another half hour of sleep in before the day finished loading.
By Audrey Robey5 years ago in Fiction
When Hell Freezes Over
A young tan girl fiddles with a heart-shaped locket as she sits on the floor ignoring the adults arguing in the center of the room. Her face is a crust with previous tears and her fiddling only serves as a distraction to her disturbing surroundings. The children around her complain and cry as the adults bicker louder and louder.
By Omari Huguley5 years ago in Fiction
Lessie
August 10, 2043 The two halves were opened up. On the left side, a picture of her twin brother Jessie, and an image of her mother Ruth on the right. Despite the dismal state of things, Lessie never imagined this would be her reality, Jessie dead, her mother missing, and herself stranded on an island. It was her first time leaving home and here she was, by herself in a strange place, completely terrified. The monotonous sounds of the tide were the only thing giving her solace. A moment later, she heard rustling in the jungle behind her.
By Hollie Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The Three Worlds
By 2102, the polar ice caps have melted, and sea levels have risen, forcing the earth to become a watery wasteland. Floating around the outer atmosphere, the Horizon space station is shaped like a giant circular tower with sections dividing the departments. A large glass donut section is one giant swimming pool. Another Section has several small windows for the luxury suites. A large greenhouse section is the farming and livestock department. The main hanger bay is the large middle section connected to the planet with a cone-shaped elevator. The station rotates to simulate gravity. Robots manage the cargo bay because there is no gravity due to its connection to the elevator.
By Art Sotelo5 years ago in Fiction
The Rain
The muddy rain soaked through her wool coat. Her hair was matted and stuck to her face. Her shoulders shuddered with a shiver or sob; it was hard to tell which. The rain made it hard to see and covered everything in a thick layer of sludge. She hated him right now.
By Glenda Beecham5 years ago in Fiction
The Stamp
That’s the thing about the Fore Fellows, it’s as though they can still feel through their memories, even if not in flesh. You can see it flash in their eyes when they tell the stories of the time before chains. Before the dragons awoke. Dodden says not to trust them, that they’re programmed with lies to give us false hope; make us believe we came from something greater than this so that we stay strong enough to keep feeding the web. But I don't think so. Maybe I’m naive, maybe I just want to believe, because nothing else makes sense. This misery, this endless suffering.
By Cressida Lavinia Vega5 years ago in Fiction
The Instrument of Emanations
Nysa ran her fingers over the pitted silver of the locket around her neck. It had become a nervous habit. If she were playing a round of poker with the vandal kids in the mess hall it would be her tell. She’d kick herself after losing the few credits she had managed to hold on to and swear to never play another round with them again….but this wasn’t a poker game. She wasn’t in the mess hall, tucked safely away underground with the rest of the resistance and the stakes of this game were much higher.
By Helen Ward5 years ago in Fiction
