Sci Fi

Miss Pink's Happy Birthday
A young woman in a baby pink blouse sat cross legged in the middle of the road, yawning as tanks rolled towards her from over the horizon. She thought of a prank: signal them the wrong password on purpose, and let them fire. The last time they’d shot at her, the drivers had gotten all spooked when the tank shells shattered against her.
By Candy Janusen5 years ago in Fiction
SANCTION
“…there will be casualties…up to each of you to save the remaining human race… SANCTION will grant you immunity...continue initiating demands of economic order…self-suppression to preserve the last of the revolutionary gifts as humanity…far-reaching dimensions of our failures have manifested…SANCTION is your final choice…reinvention lies within your cooperation and your active participation is required for inclusion into the New World…Seek the LIFE STAR…”
By Elaina Finney5 years ago in Fiction
Tunnels
I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my dirt-crusted hand leaving a streak of mud on my forehead. I sighed with satisfaction as I took a step back to survey my work. Never thought I would be spending my life tending to a garden, but that was the necessity of my life now. I reached across the planter box to even the soil around one of the sprouts that would one day be carrots.
By William Dean5 years ago in Fiction
A World Like This
“You know what I admire about you? You have such a capacity for love… so much love to give. You think that vulnerability makes you weak, but I don’t, I think it makes you strong.”
By Emma Todd5 years ago in Fiction
A Short Dystopia Scenario
As time moved forward, hundreds of years from the present into the future, many things that were thought to be only of satire were unfortunately no longer a joke. Climate change had finally caught up to the coastal parts of the world, where the rich once lived lavishly under the sun in luxurious beach front homes and high-rise buildings. These were now at the mercy of mother nature, being battered by the more frequent storms, and the foundations were being eaten away by erosion, bringing down many of the once sturdy beach front homes. The high-rise buildings were mostly vacated due to the lack of access from rising sea levels, in which the buildings were inaccessible from the 1st floor without needing a boat. Venice was supposed to be the only city on water, but mostly every low-lying coastal city had a piece of the title now, and Venice itself was inhabitable. Humanity itself had no choice but to relocate further inland, whatever was left of it.
By N5 years ago in Fiction
Someone Like You
Brin saunters to a dim kitchen. It's dawn; she checks and double-checks that the metal blinds are tightly shut. Yesterday's stale, cold coffee separates in a plastic pot. Dishes rot. The faint hover of fruit flies hums. A wet mass of hand-ground dark roast slumps into a torn green bag that smells of bagels and decay. Brin flicks the kitchen switch, industrial light flickers from a 20-year-old lamp.
By Olivia L. Dobbs5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
Deep in the sprawl of a long dead city, the air is thick with the sounds of automatic rifle fire and detonating RPGs. A squad of resistance fighters cuts a path through war torn streets and toward their objective. Leading them, is a man devoid of sentiment, hard as steel, a born killer. They come to a corner, squad leader on point. He inspects the intersection before circling the corner to find a four man fire team. In perfect flow of action, he fires four three-round bursts, aided by the flickering lights of his internally projected Altered Reality heads-up display, though guided more by instinct. Each strikes their target, and the unprepared men are dead before they can react. Following the dropping bodies of the enemy combatants, the squad leader calls “Clear,” queuing his men to cross.
By Chad Porreca5 years ago in Fiction
In the Shadows of the Floating Cities
The rumbles and tumbles of the stained brown truck jostle me back awake. The haze of The Undertowns always lulls me to pieces—never a coherent thought, never a full breath, never a look other than a dead fish gaze, and I'm stuck gazing out.
By Nick Albino5 years ago in Fiction
Darkness Rises
Still reeling from D-day, I'm finally coming to grips with my new reality. It's been 111 days and many sleepless nights since the world I knew went to a bitter end. Yet, I still can't wrap my mind around it. One minute I'm hanging with friends; the next day, I'm fighting to stay alive in this chaos. I have been jumping from house to house, trying to make sure the hunters can't track me. I know you're wondering who the hunters are. So let me start from the beginning. The day that darkness took over was like any other day. I was getting ready for work when an emergency broadcast came across my phone. Emergency, emergency, please take cover due to an asteroid heading towards our atmosphere at a high rate of speed. It was something out of the movies.
By Millona Bowe5 years ago in Fiction
Sentiment Rich
Token_ID: 8327623785678231 Account_Creator: JudithWilliams2790 Creator_Notes: For my daughter Elise who would rather I make her one of these than come visit to get the real thing.
By Mick Helson5 years ago in Fiction
Agony Day
Agony Day “Day what? What day?” asked Heather ducking a bit while Helen, her mother, stood right behind trying to surprise her with a heart-shaped locket necklace. “Oh my silly girl, not agony day but Agnus Dei (Latin), Lamb of God, pendant.”
By Rosy C. Howard5 years ago in Fiction
The Rebels in Our Midst
"Come along, Princess. It's time to head back," my guard said quietly behind me. I continued to look down at my handheld water scanner, the dust flowing around my feet on the light breeze that came into the small cave we were in.
By Nadia Cowperthwaite5 years ago in Fiction