Sci Fi
A Souvenir
The Souvenir Untz, untz, untz, untz, utnz, untz, untz, untz, whhhhhhhhhooooooooommmmmmmmm, whhhhhhhhhooooooooommmmmmmmm, whhhhhhhhhoooooooommmmmmmmm, blip, blip, whhhhhhhhhooooooooommmmmmmmm, whhhhhhhhhooooooooommmmmmmmm, whhhhhhhhhooooooooommmmmmmmm, blip, blip, untz, untz, untz, untz, untz, untz, untz, untz…Zik turned down his sound pods and rubbed his one eye open as Xef shook him from his cradled sleep in his reclined shuttle seat.
By Adriana Regalado5 years ago in Fiction
A Trip Outside
I lie awake in the darkness of my pod, trying to interpret why I keep having these dreams. For months now, I go to sleep with expectations of meeting my father there. The dreams are so vivid and real, I can’t distinguish them from authentic memories I treasure. Dad started bringing me along with him to the GEM lab when I was 13. My mother hated the idea, but he could see my fascination every time he told me stories of his time spent with “The Pack”. First, he only let me interact with a young male GEM pup, which had a light grey coat with a large white patch along his breast and another along his left hip and thigh. “What should we teach him?” Dad asked amusingly. I thought for a minute then replied, “To find something important?” So Dad asked for the heart-shaped locket that hung around my neck. He and Mom had given it to me for my last birthday; it’s the only non-essential gift I’d ever received, and I was very protective of it. He said, “We’re going to teach this pup to find this locket. And if you always keep it on, then he’ll always find you, ok?” I was hesitant and asked, “Couldn’t we just train him to find me?” He shook his head. “That’d be too easy; other types of canines have already been trained to find a person, or a type of item. We want him to find this particular locket, no matter where it is, no matter how long it takes.” So we did. And Dad taught me all his training techniques, shared all his knowledge of GEMs with me, just like I was one of his colleagues. Eventually Dad let me help him with the whole pack, and they grew to trust me like they trusted Dad. Then one day, he and the entire pack disappeared during a training exercise on the Outside; the pup, who’d grown into a juvenile by then, along with them. That was 11 years ago, and the pain of how much I miss him is like a fresh open wound; made raw by the salt of these dreams; intensifying the sting ever-present in my mind.
By Hannah Jenkins5 years ago in Fiction
Human Zoo
I was 4 when the Abrax Aliens found the last human colony that was hiding in the Rocky Mountains. I don't remember much from before they found us. After they captured us they moved us into one of their cities and put us on display. My father referred to it as a zoo.
By Luci Engnell-Murphy5 years ago in Fiction
More at 11
Production Name: WJKB2-TV 2 Detroit Recording Date: Monday November 14th, 1988 “Good Evening from our broadcasting newsroom in Detroit Michigan, this is CBS eyewitness news reporting a special bulletin for you live. Chaos has erupted at Sunday’s nuclear disarmament protest in New York City. The peaceful protest turned violent in the evening as police and riot squads were already on standby and struggled to maintain the peace, gunfire eventually broke out and many have been wounded. Eyewitness sources allege that some within the crowd became agitated at the police presence, and chaos ensued shortly thereafter as NYPD officials report that Molotov cocktails were thrown at idle policemen during a speech given by Philip Windsor, the outspoken and controversial anti-nuclear activist. Windsor was among the first to be critically wounded at Sunday’s protest. Evidence of said explosives launched at police have yet to been recovered, but many law enforcement officials have stepped forth to corroborate the story. The current death toll of protestors and civilians is still under dispute, we won’t report on any figures on air tonight but civilian and law enforcement casualties are expected to be high. Thousands of rounds were fired, much of the gunfire was reported to be discharged by law enforcement and national guardsmen who were also on the scene. It is believed that most of those attending the rally were believed to be unarmed, but conflicting reports from the New York police department and United States National Guard say otherwise. This incident, although a very tragic one, is just one of many that has resulted from the ongoing activity and discourse over the possible threat of global nuclear war. The United States and Soviet Union have amassed nearly 18,000 megatons in nuclear warheads, with the Soviet Union leading at 11,000 megatons. With the United States backing out of the Intermediate-Range Nuclear Forces Treaty, an increased in military maneuvers have occurred globally. Nonetheless, we here at WACB news network would like to remind you, our viewers at home, to please stay at home with your loved ones during these turbulent times and respect both government and law enforcement authorities. More at eleven.”
By Joshua Sanchez5 years ago in Fiction
The Promise
Start It wasn't as if she couldn't remember what it was like before, but more so that she chose to leave that reality behind. After all, that distant past was a paradise while this, was little more than a desert wasteland. While the beautiful dreams continued to fade day after day, the growing nightmares grew in their place.
By Laura Jungen5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart-Shaped Locket
Blackhawk, California 2030 Elise was woken abruptly by the sound of the sirens blaring loudly. Her sleep had been broken by very vivid dreams and now her heart was racing. She sat to and slipped on her shoes and headphones to block out the noise as if by reflex and started running. The sirens signalled a breach in the outer perimeter of the containment facility which meant having to flee down to the control centre to deploy nerve gas to bring the intruders down.
By Mieko Louise5 years ago in Fiction
Entry Point
Desolate red dunes came to an abrupt end against a towering off-white wall stretching out to my left and right further than I could see. Amazing how they kept it white as it was. My dune buggy needed to cool off. The solar batteries were humming under the hood letting me know overheating was a real possibility. The gauges barely worked reliably so I had to watch it like a child, I didn’t mind. The Kevlar canopy was worn but kept the sun off me while I drove. I stopped rolling and sat studying the wall with an antique monocular.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Sonic of Voices
Huuu-aaaaah huuu-aaah huuu-aaaah!!! I gotta huuuu-aaaaah!!!... I…I…huu-aah see bodies everywhere running frantically. I’m huu-aaah I’m trying to huuu-aaah to focus….every…everything is…. a little blurry. But, I’m ok…..huu-aaah….huu-aaah….mmmhh…huu-aaah I’m huuu-aaaah catching my breath.
By Wendy D Gulley5 years ago in Fiction
A Requiem Lost, A Requiem Found.
The Sun blew no whistling winds on the fated husk that was once his home. Indeed, if he were to be observant and had the proclivity to do so, he could even see the ashy particulates hang in the air like dust balls in an old western. The roads that winded into town lay barren now, as did the dilapidated houses which sat like bloated corpses in that sea of humidity. Paint flaked on the picket fences, Rusty nails protruded from vacant doorways, broken concrete littered roads like the pox.
By ian lambert5 years ago in Fiction
URANIAN VIOLET
URANIAN VIOLET The Uranus Robotic Survey Assignment mission of 2133 had been successful. The URSA probe had returned after orbiting Uranus seven months, thrice dipping into its gaseous atmosphere, sending back streams of data and taking samples. Big media coverage of the returned probe landing had possibly caused the error. Scientists and astronomers had gloated over the information disks, passing over a few seemingly unobtrusive, purple stains on the skin of the probe. They were briefly studied, determined unexplainable and forgotten in the wealth of other details.
By Stephen Vernarelli5 years ago in Fiction
