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”.
Above Ground
We were crouching behind a dumpster. I was too terrified to acknowledge the stench of stewing garbage assaulting my nose. The moisture between Karina and I’s intertwined fingers intensified as she hugged our palms together tightly. We were both sweating profusely from our marathon sprint in the stifling heat to our current hiding place. Our threadbare clothes were molding to our bodies like a second layer of skin. Time wasn’t in our favor as the horde of daywalkers began to close in on us. There was no escape; we were going to die.
By Kennedy Lavington5 years ago in Futurism
A Locket Revolution
Under the November gray sky of twilight, Marcus pedaled his bicycle along the pitted highway of Route 24 which led from the village of Maumme. He could not fathom that this road once teemed with rushing motorized vehicles. Decades later this crumbling pavement was traveled by mules and horses pulling engineless automobile frames, human pedaled cycles of various sizes and styles and the rare solar cart. Upon leaving the sector gates of Maumme, Marcus glanced back at the night managers who climbed their ladders to ignite gas globes using long tapered brass torches. The golden hued glass orbs illuminated the main streets of the town, a glimmer of security during the long night hours of early winter. Maumme was one of the fortunate towns to have been granted a gas-powered lighting system by the Alliance of Lakes, the ruling government which spanned over North America’s Great Lakes region.
By Connie Jones5 years ago in Futurism
Homeward Bound
If there was ever a place my soul would zoom to after life, it would be this place. The soft buzz of summer, faded stripes on the highway winding up the hill, green grass hugging the edges of the cement. Sweet pea blooms tangling and unfolding from underneath barbed wire. Large lazy meadows graced with sun that race up into the high cliffs studded with redwoods. Mountains and mountains that disappear into the golden afternoon haze.
By Hannah Brock5 years ago in Futurism
The Water Lily Soul
Working in the conservatory that housed the Water Lily Pond was one of the far more desirable jobs on the entire plantation. It was a serene and calming place with the large pads beautifully stretched across the still water of the pool. The dank humidity that clung to the windows muted the sound outside and she found it deeply soothing to open the heavy glass door and feel the warmth inside billow over her. As she would squeeze her body in between the gap she always felt safest as the door weightily closed behind her. It also meant she was mostly left alone these days. Her work was good, and she rarely complained about anything. Her battle-weary Line-Commander was the only one who would ever appear and, even then, with suitable disinterest in anything other than fulfilling his own directives.
By Chris Smith5 years ago in Futurism
