Sci Fi

Subsector Delta
The thing about running is you've got to have a plan before you start. To be clear, I'm not saying you have to run. We're not talking life or death here. But if you've harvested enough from the fields to meet minimum bounty, you want to try to keep what's in your pack. Lose enough bounties and you will start to risk your life.
By Zachary Crane5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped Locket
"All of us gathered here this night understand technically, theoretically and clinically, the necessity of rules and the principles behind them." Alina the Bard shifted upon her makeshift platform, eying the gathered crowd. I loved listening to her voice. "Rules properly placed provide true freedom. However life’s not that simple. Rules soon become laws and oppression sets in. Oppression is intolerable. So, once free, how do we keep rules from going beyond their intended purpose? How do we make them guide, protect, and serve us? Are they there to hinder us, or help us and do we have the right to break them, if its what’s needed.
By J.T. Geist5 years ago in Fiction
Brushing Goodbye
Beth slowly stretched her fingers towards the golden locket. When her fingers touched the cool, heart-shaped metal, a soft sound escaped her lips; somewhere between a sob and an exhalation of relief.
By Ivy Griffith 5 years ago in Fiction
Fire Starter
The trees on the other side of the town wall were sticks. It hadn’t rained in almost two months; the forest floor was full of dried leaves and twigs that would crunch when stepped on. Connor was happy when he was back within the town walls, where the trees and fields were watered, the vegetation lush. Nothing looked like it was slowly dying, choking on drought. The walk around the walls of the city was quiet, solemn. Connor had to almost jog to keep up with his father. Even though he was no longer Fire Chief, every four years during Fire Week, which marked the start of Fire Season, the Community would stop watering the surrounding trees and vegetation, letting the natural drought take place.
By Lovin5 years ago in Fiction
Killing for Google With a Song in My Heart
The first thing that they ask you is what video games you play. It’s not about skill or anything of the sort; it’s a matter of personal preference. Let’s be honest: if you’re piloting an APOU; they aren’t going to be able to do much to stop you from killing them. Yeah, I heard about the incident in Stockton, but that was isolated, they caught the people, and that level of sophistication in explosives is incredibly rare.
By Emile Bienert5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday: Day 1
I’ve always received messages in my dreams. Mostly good, sometimes not. It’s not like they all play out in real life. Sometimes though, when they do, I feel as if it’s playing out just like the dream. Like a live-action movie, and I’m the star.
By Kai C5 years ago in Fiction
Harvard Smith and the Sleep Machine
Harvard Smith only half remembered what the embrace of a human being felt like. It was a distant memory, the glow of a fire across the tundra at night, with no way of approximating its distance. He was certain he had once had two parents but only remembered the man. Sometimes he thought all the old films he spent all day with had merely seeded those archetypes of the nuclear family in his head, though he wasn’t sure.
By Donald Tiver5 years ago in Fiction
The Writing on the wall
Tuesday, August 1, 2069 Three years of trudging away and not asking questions, all for my name to be lost in an everlasting daydream. I was all alone, always by myself; a girl who lived in dreams. My ambition is to get enough money to turn myself into somebody and I've been a nobody my entire life. I wonder what I want most? Do I just want a friend or do I want enough money so that having people in my life doesn't matter?
By Kamran Young5 years ago in Fiction
Sub-light Fries
Smoke geysers, ash clouds, and the smell of burning fat. I stood under moonlight as the flakes of grease stuck to my skin. I blinked twice. Every time it became harder to see, my eyelashes thick with soot, irritating me to tears. My sight returned and in front of me stood a young woman with alabaster skin, her hands held tightly in mine. I rose my eyes to meet hers, consciously memorizing every detail of this stranger. She had rolled up sleeves, part of a brown wool sweater. A warmth washed over me. I couldn’t shake this sudden feeling of familiarity. The woman gave me a smile that in an instant, transformed into a frown and she shouted in a deep voice, “HEY STARGAZER! ORDER UP!”
By Derrick L.5 years ago in Fiction
Extrasensory
"What did you say?" "I didn't." "No, no, I heard you say something about the red box in the shed, the keys are in there??"
By Liz Santis5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Mans Message
Playing the message tone, I paused and looked at my phone. The old man had sent a massive message with an attachment of pictures. I just did not have time to look at them right now. I continued to work on the planning. The instructions on how to make the power supply for the Greased Lightning had failed a government inspection. The production of the hypersonic drone was the company’s bread and butter contract. We made one a week, and the government experimented on them at White Sands, New Mexico. The assemblers were doing things, not in the instructions. It had taken all day to collect the notes from the assemblers, and now I had to put them in the planning. When I finished, it was 9:25 pm. I logged out of the computer, locked the area up, and went home.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Fiction
The Voyage
THE VOYAGE A dystopian story by Andrew Beberman The color sank from Dr. John Harkel’s face. His veins ran ice cold with fear and insecurity. The usually calm and collected Dr. John Harkel was nervous as he shifted through samples of halite and cobalt in clear fluorescent tubes in the makeshift lab in his house unit’s basement. The small cobalt samples cracked and split up as he separated them into reactive tubes. He had come up with a solution. A moment of relief washed over the doctor. And now a great crack of confidence.
By Andrew5 years ago in Fiction