literature
Science fiction's most popular literary writers from Isaac Asimov to Stephen King and Frank Herbert, and the rising stars of today.
Ravensbruck: the Experiments Begin
“Imogen?” The raspiness of Martine’s voice as she whispered was almost inaudible – fear rising in her throat to the point of suffocating her vocal chords. And still, she had no idea where her older sister was. A terrifying reality had befallen them both, and she knew it – she had known it from the moment her mother had subjected them to Heinrich’s gaze. Lurching forward in her bunk, Martine’s eyes frantically tore at the darkness. Where was she? Did they take her again? Will this be the last time? It was a feeling she knew that many of the others in the room with her felt – and often, but this time it belonged to her because it was her sister whose bunk lie empty while all the others – at least those with living occupants, were full.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
Plague of The Apocalypse; from Duality, the End of an Age
Delaehla snorted slightly. She hated this. In fact, she didn’t understand when any of it would ever come to an end. Or if ever. The funny thing about it was the way Jillian busted through her motel door room like time mattered or some shit. It never, ever did.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
Fairy bad Business
The professionally manicured lawn on the corner of Waverly and Longfellow was routinely sprayed down in order to eliminate any weeds or imperfections. The homeowner - a proud, portly man - stood like a jiggly lawn ornament and canvassed his property with great prejudice. He spent each and every weekend seeding, weeding, watering, and landscaping. Everything, as far as his sweaty eyelids allowed him to see, was green.
By Kaitlin Oster5 years ago in Futurism
Eye on the Sky
Eye on the Sky by Mary Haynes The turtle came by our boat again today, poking his big head up, observing me with wise but sad eyes. I wish I could comprehend his need to communicate with me. Perhaps he saw what happened, why Peter disappeared in the wee hours in the skiff, taking only his sextant.
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Futurism
Prometheus's Quest
On August 17, 1778; during the greatest storm known to man, pirate king, Yosemite Sam went on a voyage to England where they would liberate the city of Townshend. This king was unlike other pirates: he was as fair and just as he could be. On his way to England, he was ambushed by other pirates looking to steal the precious cargo the king carried. The Cargo on the king’s ship, Ol’Luna was 10 enchanted rings. When the power of the rings was combined, they became a dark crystal. If wielded properly and by one worthy the crystal could, transport a user anywhere on earth, give someone a sense for when danger approaches, glimpses of the future, and the ability to temporarily warp reality itself, depending on the will of the user. Or so Miles’s father, Titus, told. Miles’s father was a kind old man who loved his son very much. Growing up Titus told the Story of the dark crystal to his son Miles. Ever since Miles has been inspired to search for the rings. Soon after the story Titus told his son, for the millionth time, the two went on a fishing trip. During their trip heavy storms hit and they both blacked out. When Miles woke up, he was on a deserted island with his father nowhere in sight as he had previously fallen off the boat and into the oceans. Miles searched desperately for his father and came up on a shipwreck. Jack could not make out the name of the ship, so he explored. In the back of the ship jack saw a golden chest and ran to it, needing to see what was inside. At first Miles struggled but soon finished picking the lock and saw 10 blue and black rings glowing.
By Yves Lamothe5 years ago in Futurism
Alien Day Short: (4/26/21)
Jacob woke early in the morning as the lights slowly came on in his room. Every morning they were set to come on slowly at six thirty in the morning. His room was small, consisting of only his bed, a small table, a shelf with a few books, a door to his closet and a slit window that let the sun light in but only just. That is during the months of the year when the sun shinned. Currently the slit window served little purpose as it was the dead of winter, and the sun had dipped below the horizon months ago and would not return till the beginning of spring. During the summer it would never set but in the depths of winter it would never rise. The darkness was oppressive and affected everyone’s mood after a while. That said artificial sunlight was projected by the dome during the winter months to light up the settlement, but nothing could ever truly replace real sunlight.
By Gray Beard Nerd5 years ago in Futurism
The Soldier in the Snow
The sting of winter was relentless, as it always was in the Northern Islands. The rest of the world only ever had three months of bitter winter, but the people of these islands had to endure a frozen wasteland for more than ten, painful months. Even in the last remaining couple of months there was still knee-deep snow.
By Maurice D. Winterborn5 years ago in Futurism
Pirates of the Parallel
Afar we see a sailing ship! Be they friend or foe? Off the sails, the masts, and bow, to adventure we will go. Through the murk and rocky crags. Against the waves and shore. Do we face treasures aplenty or be it tale and lore? Where shall we sail today, me hearty? Come, let us have a little chat. Tell me, where we shall set foot today, and I will draw the map.
By E.L. Martin5 years ago in Futurism
Merlin's Picturesque Prison
King Arthur’s story is known all over the world. It’s really remarkable how popular this ancient king is today. Guinevere and Lancelot are nearly as well known as Arthur. Apparently, infidelity and scandal will always be of interest to the population. It’s time to tell my story because I still survive, even after thousands of years. Have you guessed who I am? Let’s just say that rumors of my being turned into a tree have been greatly exaggerated.
By Yvonne Lovejoy5 years ago in Futurism
The legend of the Caleuche
Maria grew up with her family in the south of Chile in Chiloe, a city full of legends and beautiful natural and green landscapes. Maria's family is dedicated to raising animals and selling what they produce. From a very young age, she learned the trade from her parents and from previous generations. She gets up first thing in the morning. She loves the sound of rooster crowing when the sun is rising. The first thing she does is milking the cows. Feed the horses, remove the eggs from the hens that are ready to eat, and prepare fresh bread, which a few hours later she would go to sell to the truckers who pass by at breakfast time wanting to eat something hot and fresh.
By Pame Molina5 years ago in Futurism
The Remnants
Elliot Gardner was a reversion expert: all his days in university on the space station Homeward had been leading up to the moment when he could begin recreating the past through the means of simulation and tech advances. His graduate project had been to provide a believable recreation of the 1920's prohibition era in America. Months of research, through all the databases available to him for study, culminated in a speak-easy environment with an added performance by one of the jazz singers of the time. The professors had given him high marks, nearly a perfect score, for all his attention to detail. It didn't matter that it wasn't exactly real; what counted was the atmosphere he was able to bring forth from archival materials ranging from photographs to videos.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Futurism
