Sci Fi
Hopeful Hearts
The Hopeful Hearts, is what they called us, in the first few days of the Markings. Messiahs. Prophets. Harbingers of hope destined to bring peace upon the decimated world. We were a small community, at first—strange but insignificant little anomalies rearing up in unrefined pockets of the chaotic world. We were easily dismissed, then. But it wasn’t long before our numbers grew, more and more of us bubbling up in more and more places until, finally, we could no longer be ignored.
By Melissa Armeda5 years ago in Fiction
The Preservers
She remembered when she could still feel a heartbeat pulsing through her body. It used to be the first sensation she felt before opening her eyes. She would lie there, half-awake, as the morning light streamed through her apartment window and onto her eyelids. She remembered feeling it throbbing in her fingertips as she rolled over, releasing her pinned arm after a long night of cuddle-sleeping with Max. In her mind, she romanticized that the pulse had felt comforting and natural, though in reality she had never thought about it before it was gone; it ran, unobserved, through each moment of her life. Keeping time. Keeping her alive.
By Taylor Halversen5 years ago in Fiction
Land Of The Free
It was a day that I'll never forget. Glancing upwards, I noticed gray light beginning to filter through the hazy air. I slowly made my way to the top of the tunnel, breathing shallowly near the entrance. The smoke and dust were nearly stifling if you weren't prepared - I knew this from the last time I came up.
By Ashley Rubis5 years ago in Fiction
The Little Things
432 days since it last rained. 206 since the reservoir reached critical capacity; 55 since it dried up entirely. 673 days since they recommended we wear oxygen masks and radiation suits outside, 330 since we couldn’t breathe or move outside without them.
By Elise Victoria5 years ago in Fiction
1 drop of Endorphonezia & 2 drops of Deemotionephix
Deemotion Defensive Soldiers What is this thing going in my head? Why is my heart beating so fast? Why am I shaking? Where was I? Who was that Ro-Man? She exactly looked like me. Not so Ro-Man. How I got there and how I am back here? Ughhh.. Not again. Not today. This is the most important day of my life! Why am I not normal? Luckily, looks like my bracelet haven’t noticed anything. Maybe I should get up and see Mr.Khanigan. First thing is first. Got to break my night fast with 1 drop of endorphonezia… Bye bye weird thing in my head! And of course, last but not least… 2 drops of deemotionephix. Ha! I like how they take this “weirdo” feeling right away.
By Munkhnaran Khandsuren5 years ago in Fiction
Planet for Change
Alone Dear Diary, It' been about 3 months, there still hasn't been any signs of life besides me. I still can't comprehend how I got stuck here. Everyone is dead and I'm here, alive, in a city I know nothing about. I've tried to remember the day it happened but it was all a flash. All I can remember is laying out in the sand, sun bathing. Never thought my honey moon would turn out like this. My family is most likely... gone. It hurts to even think about it but there's no point in being hopeful. Today I'm going to go looking for food, a lot of the grocery stores I've come across were mostly trashed. I haven't found any animals to hunt and most plants I've come across aren't edible or barely sprouting. Licorice is the only thing I've eaten in the past two days. If I have to eat another piece of this red rope... Okay, I should go.
By Frida Ramos They/her5 years ago in Fiction
Issues, Chapter Two
High-stepping it over Big Grin's abandoned exo-frame Carmilla plunged through the doorway and hit the spiral stair, Blaster-Track and his Commander skimming doggedly at her heels. For the latter duo even the uppermost level of this ancient Toothfire outpost had felt like it belonged far back in their quadrant’s bleak antiquity, and now each each corkscrew twist they traversed round the gloomy brick pillar seemed to be burying them ever deeper in that bygone age of interstellar violence. The ad-hoc munitions laboratories crowding every dungeon arch were straight out of Grindotron cinema’s most shocking historical blockbusters, or at least that was what some Mini-Flash of today would have had the luxury of thinking. Both man and jeep remembered when such weaponry was real, as here it apparently still was. Those glistering spectral exhalations which moaned from the machines’ gaping valves had their place in the olden days too, if spacefarers’ tavern-tales of The Back Garden were to be believed. Nothing but a nightmare along these lines could have come of conspiracy between Scientooth and Prince Agaric. Within the bounds of this pit from the past it was as if the present peaceful epoch had never occurred, and two of the galaxy’s most infamous expansionist empires revelled forever in a microcosm of their horrific heyday.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Nile The Nyle The Nihil
The sky above her is the color of gunmetal, hammerless but deadly. She knows the light speed rockets that pierce the atmosphere are the closest things to shooting stars she’ll ever see. Celestial wonders if her name was coined by the streaks that puncture the sky, but she is old enough to understand there's something greater beyond the ash that clouds her adolescent wonder. She imagines they resemble the sparkly dots that populate her dreams, or perhaps were conjured up by lost generations whose naked eyes witnessed the Third World War.
By Christian Moldes5 years ago in Fiction
