literature

Science fiction's most popular literary writers from Isaac Asimov to Stephen King and Frank Herbert, and the rising stars of today.

Hello to My Past Life
Birds fly above me as they plant a kiss on my cheek with their feathery wings, I wake up to notice my infant self giggling as the birds continue to sing. "It's already morning," I thought... but she is still not here. I begrudgingly rise up from the pile of flowers, my lips begin to crack a tiny smile as I see my tiny hands waving around with a huge grin upon my tiny face.
By K. Alexandra8 years ago in Futurism
Everything's Twisted (Part 1)
I was lying on a bed; a comfortable one. It was nice and warm under my blanket, and the room was humid. Humid… Something was off. I quickly opened my eyes, and allowed them to adjust to the darkness. This isn’t my bedroom, I thought as I gazed around in the poorly lit up room. I was trying not to panic as I observed my surroundings. In front of me there was a set of two industrial doors, the type they have in hospitals. I kept looking around me, and then the panic struck me.
By Anon User8 years ago in Futurism
Waking Nightmare
There was the most blank expression upon his face. Jaw slack but lips still closed, he stared off at a distant spot. Chief of Police, Urie Havoc, waved his hand in front of the male's face in an attempt to bring him around, but there was no response. Resting his hand back down to hook a finger into his belt, Urie glanced to the other cop in the doorway.
By William Hillson8 years ago in Futurism
Roses
“I’m not fond of fake roses. You want to know why? It’s because they last too long and don’t get much attention, but people keep making them, as if one day they’ll get noticed and cherished by the person who possesses them. Why can’t people just appreciate real roses and stop using fake ones to show beauty to this world? They keep producing them, as if they define the true definition of love, passion, and lust.” The slender male figure turned away from the reader and looked up at the clear blue sky in disgust. “I know what you might think, ‘maybe the fake are for the best, so people can finally appreciate the real, and then people will stop creating the fake.’ But haven’t you ever wondered why people prefer the fake?” Turning back towards you, he looked into your eyes, his ruby red ones peeking at you through his jet black hair, he spoke with irritation in his voice. “How can people cherish the fake more than the real?! Is it because people are too lazy to take care of them? Are people so selfish and ungrateful that they would rather leave a fake unattended than make sure that the real one is safe? Make sure it’s well taken care of and healthy enough to survive?” Turning away again, the pale-skinned male took out a weapon. Not any weapon, but one, of which, the reaper himself would wield. Clenching it tightly in his right hand, he lifted it up to look at it.
By Jay Keshi8 years ago in Futurism
The Jyro and Mystie Series
The Autumn Equinox was a few days ago, even though Autumn usually starts at the end of August up here in Oregon. And by that, I mean the weather dropped early and leaves changed color all too quickly. That's what usually happens up here in Oregon — don't ask me why, because I really don't know.
By Shyra Rodgers8 years ago in Futurism
Annarchy
This is the breaking point. We can’t keep ignoring them anymore. The ‘Mint will no longer be in control. I run though the base.
By Lexus Tackett8 years ago in Futurism
Aila's Witchy Ways
Quiet as a mouse she inched the door open. Three figures draped in black stood in a circle swaying back and forth, chanting in sync, their hands held aloft over a kneeled figure.
By Karly Campbell8 years ago in Futurism
Leaf Pile Adventure
Let's admit it; English isn't everyone's favorite subject. We've all spent hours upon hours on essays and pondering silly questions about books we hated reading, but in the end, we all did it one way or another.
By Lavon Swygert8 years ago in Futurism
The Nightmare/the Dream
THE NIGHTMARE January 2020 Dear 2017 Edyn, Greetings! I am writing you from the future. In three years you’ve accomplished so much! You were accepted to graduate school in San Francisco, your dream program, and was miraculously able to afford it. I graduated last May and was immediately offered a position at a local LGBTQ+ youth center in the heart of downtown. The money isn’t great, but you make a living doing something you love. Nanook, as always, is by your side. You’ve made new friends and are finally feeling happy…
By Edyn Schwartz8 years ago in Futurism
Something Strange is Going On
I know this is going to sound crazy; Hell, I hardly believe it myself, but it happened. After so many failed attempts, it finally happened.
By Pandora8 years ago in Futurism
The Tale of the Monster Hunters, Part 1
Growing up, we were all told stories of monsters, aliens, princes and princesses, witches and wizards. And how they were all defeated by magic, love or by laser guns from a distant planet that the writer thought up probably while on the toilet. The story I’m about to tell you, however, is based on fact. I’ll give you some context first.
By Dana8 years ago in Futurism
Listening To The Footsteps
Victoria hated 2:00 AM ever since she moved into her new apartment. Well, more accurately, she hated it for about a month now.
By Deirdre Jackson-Head8 years ago in Futurism