science fiction
The bridge between imagination and technological advancement, where the dreamer’s vision predicts change, and foreshadows a futuristic reality. Science fiction has the ability to become “science reality”.
Their First and Last Birthday
I squeezed my beautiful wife Freddie's hand; we were both dilated to an 8. It was forever in the making: the birth of our children. We had a bright little room with a stunning mountain sunset painted on the walls. You could see every detail of the earth and every wavelength of colour from the sun. I loved how our children would be born in a room painted with such detail, delicacy, and awareness of the world's beauty. We were born in off-white rooms with cheap clocks on the wall back in my day. What does that represent? The bland, limited nature of our existence? I much prefer to represent the climb of life and natural artistry.
By Isabella Grandic4 years ago in Futurism
Crossing The Void
His hands trembled as he held the letter, his mind racing as it tried to process the words: You have a daughter. "What the hell? How long..? When could this have..? Why’d she keep her from me?" These questions flew through Drew's mind in a flurry of confusion.
By Doug Scavezze4 years ago in Futurism
They've Called Us Skinwalkers
"This is an account of an omni-sentient state of being's tribe member's relationships with a particular Owl, and a particular Buffalo; translated from unspoken language to English by me with a critical reason to share with you, Ghost A."
By Isaac Kimari Rush4 years ago in Futurism
Even If By Proxy
“Even if by proxy,” Che’Kaan had said, smugly. I generally didn’t mess with Walgandrians. While marginally human in appearance, their odd games of brinksmanship were truly baffling. In their dealings with other species they were willing to overlook significant cultural mix-ups; yet with one another, the slightest gesture held such vast undertones that getting mixed in any dispute between them was something only a desperate creature would attempt.
By Malcolm H Tabor4 years ago in Futurism
The Bittersweet Necessity
Last night, I dreamt of it again. The vision would begin with the simplicity of the student-desk tan filling my line of sight. I would see the little carvings and scribbles made by the other students, and I’d feel my intestines begin to twist into the all-too-familiar knot that defined a decade of my life.
By J.C. Traverse4 years ago in Futurism
Chaosian Contact
“You need to button that stuff up, Kev. We’ll be leaving in about ten minutes.” Sara’s voice called from the doorway. “Alright.” Kevin replied as he looked up from his computer screen, just catching a glimpse of the fiery little redhead as she continued on her way to the prep-chamber.
By Joseph Duncan4 years ago in Futurism
Last man to mars
M y body shivers; my insides burn. Her words were engraved into my mind. “I will miss you, Jade.” I smiled knowing they would be the last words I hear. The salty water filled my lungs and the sand bit at my feet. My eyes burned and my ears rang. Then it was over; the blissful peace I have longed for.
By Mackenna Baumbaugh4 years ago in Futurism
Titaness
‘She’s out there again,’ Maria said. Julien sat at the table behind her as she looked out of the large, semi-circular window that occupied one side of the room. Their apartment sat atop a towering, cylindrical block that droned quietly each day as it worked hard to mimic Earth’s gravity within. It sat near the centre of activity on Saturn’s satellite, Titan, and Maria was not able to shake the feeling of being always on display.
By Billy Forshaw4 years ago in Futurism
