Sci Fi

Pandemonium
“All ready?” Prof asked sotto voce with a smile. Dylan and Phoenix were. We’re just coming up on quarter-phase in the present solar cycle. This is the Interplanetary Broadcasting Service, handing you live to Grindotron for that mystery announcement the whole galaxy’s been waiting for...
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Gaspin'
Not even the gravel sounded the same anymore. The familiar and comforting crunch replaced with the warning of approaching danger. Its tiny sonic resonations feeling like they carried on for miles, warning all of your presence in a twenty-mile radius, your heart trampolining several times into the back wall of your throat. You never walked straight anymore, always crouching close to the earth less man than beast, lest you wish to be caught in the sight of unwelcome presences. And the rasping.
By Cameron Cairns5 years ago in Fiction
Quest for the Tantalum Heart
The fiction of the last age of the old world was spot on. The novels, short stories, movies, radio broadcasts, and comic books knew this new world was coming and – to some degree – what it would be like; but there was absolutely no order. Methane seepages filled the seas with the darkest of ochrophytes, and carbon emissions turned the skies an equally dingy brown; while the soil beneath our feet turned blue and foul from the overly abundant dead matter we walk on every day. All the while, the democracies of yore similarly decayed, with the white-bread agencies in this federal government fronting a faux security #ForThePeople with their beaming white smiles.
By Michael B Puskar5 years ago in Fiction
Redemptio Veniet Delectis
The child’s screams were rivaled only by the silence in the observation room. “So this is it? The last one?” Scarlett asked nervously.
By Bayley Murray5 years ago in Fiction
The Heads Inherit the Earth
Before mankind had been all but wiped from the world, deep in the Peruvian jungle a successful young tech mogul was marching through the bush in search of answers or really one answer. The answer she has searched for her whole life. The one question we all have sitting in the back of our minds, the one answer that is the most elusive. The question that has formed hundreds if not thousands of religions. The question that has haunted Julie most of her life. What is beyond death?
By Archie Tut5 years ago in Fiction
Too Little, Too Late
Red sand, hot enough to steam (he'd swear to it) creates an unfathomable vastness before him. It's endless, the desert rolling arid landscape for a million miles. For as far as he or anyone else will ever see. It's red and it's hot, and if he didn't know any better, he'd swear to it not even being planet earth.
By Tia Foisy5 years ago in Fiction
Diary of Juneth Toll
Entry 1 As a child in Portland, I never paid attention to what was happening around the world because as much as I knew, was how to properly tell time with a wall clock. I knew how to multiply from 1 to 12. I knew how to tie my shoes, lace my shoes, and “Run For The Arts”. I was taught about Christopher Columbus and how he “good of a man” he was.
By Cheyanne5 years ago in Fiction
The Frontier
Marshal pulled her cruiser over atop the mountain overlooking Jackson Lake. In one fluid motion, she threw her leg over the bike, sliding her lever-action from its holster on the bike and transferring it to her leg holster as she drew her scanner from the saddlebags. The gravel crunched under her boots as she walked towards the edge of the winding pass overlooking the valley. She attached the scanner to the side of her helmet, letting it survey the landscape and transfer the data to her visor’s display.
By Rion Duncan5 years ago in Fiction
Emulsified
We can’t live on this part of Earth any more. The air is getting more difficult to breathe. Each breath brings a deep subtle fire to my chest. I suppose it's not as painful as the agonizing awareness of the inevitable. Sometimes I think things could get better but the more death I see the more hope wavers. There have been talks of “transition ports,” not to be mistaken for the luxurious state of the art BioEngineering harbors on the right side of the planet. If there aren’t 20 zeros in your paycheck, prepare to kiss Death on his cheek.
By Stella Emrick5 years ago in Fiction
The Other Planet
“Their bodies were alive, and their brains were functioning, but their souls were gone,” says Zhumon. A mysterious woman from the Blue Mountain on the planet of Uranus, entering the house of the first case in the small town of Cronos. She looks at the little boy's body and says in a firm quiet voice, “so it’s happening again!”. She was well respected in the galaxy. Legend says Zhumon came from many lives, helped many worlds from destruction, but Earth. That planet was broken and irreplaceable.
By Yuliana Arias 5 years ago in Fiction
Aliens
It started with the lights – harsh and blinding lights that dropped from the heavens three days ago. The ships behind them were black, growling beasts that began to ravage the jungle the moment they touched the ground. Plants were trampled, trees were uprooted, and my village was completely destroyed. Some of us got out in time; sprinting to outpace the monstrous ships and taking refuge deep in the jungle. Most did not.
By Stephanie Nielsen5 years ago in Fiction
The Colorless
Every morning at seven o’clock Mr. Tollet stood at his east facing office window on the 77th floor of his place of work, on Seventh Avenue, in district 77 and sipped his dark roast from his white porcelain cup while looking out at the morning commuters. He watches with pale eyes as the men and women move carefully about on the grid that used to be Seattle. Not that it resembles anything of that chaotic mess. No winding roads or cul-de-sacs. Elevation is a thing of the past as well. Just a flat plane of perfectly square blocks for miles and miles. When he looks across the street he can see a mirror image of the building he is standing and be reassured. Satisfied, Mr. Tollet takes another sip.
By Lincoln Pulliam5 years ago in Fiction