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”.

The Light After The Fire
I think I speak for the entire human race - at least for those of us that remain anyway - when I say that we’d all rather jump back in time to when COVID-19 became a global pandemic in March of 2020. One could even compare it to heaven - as opposed to the brutish hell in which we live today.
By Dov Arlauskas 5 years ago in Futurism
The Omittance
Upon her entrance through the sleek archway, Evie Collins earned a delighted giggle from her towheaded six-year-old over the chrome countertop. Marie beamed from her silver stool and Evie crossed the kitchen in hasty steps to steal her into a tight hug.
By Rachel E5 years ago in Futurism
Shelby and the Pumkorn
Where has this world been? That was the question Shelby would ask to themself often. It was obvious that this place was ancient and things had happened before. There were stories that they had heard or could make up, but nothing was written. No histories survived from the before. Instead, all they could do was piece together what might have been with the shards of the past. Destroyed ruins, long overgrown and reclaimed by the green or purple vines. In the end, whatever was, whatever used to be, no longer really mattered.
By Nick Blocha5 years ago in Futurism
Shaped like a Heart
My Dreams have been peaceful, only in the dark. We sit in a tomb looking out through a dust covered sliver of silica. The sun is at our backs as we watch light slowly creep up and over the populace. No trees, Birds, or seas.
By Robert Patrick McGuire5 years ago in Futurism
ABSOLUTE
"Jennifer Run!!!" "NO!" "RUN NOW!" "NO!" "GET OUT OF HERE!" FRIDAY June 29, 2091 Dear diary,
By Olivia Elizabeth Addison5 years ago in Futurism
The Shift
I stare daggers as a man in the grocery store beside me orders his pick of the finest human meat. Vomit rises to my throat, sickened by the thought that any one of my friends or family who has Devolved could have been hunted and killed, hung in a meat locker, and sliced into gourmet steaks.
By Mariana Alvey5 years ago in Futurism
INTO NOTHING
INTO NOTHING There was nothing. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing. Nothing but a desolate, flattened canopy of what used to be a town. Even the air was still; as though all the wind had been sucked out of the atmosphere. The only evidence of life was the steady, crunching of boots belonging to the young woman journeying down the crumbling, dirt road. The crisp, autumn air filled her lungs, and she exhaled in large puffs closely resembling cigarette smoke. A fleeting image flashed wistfully across her mind of her and another girl splayed on the grass, sharing a stolen cigarette between them. As they passed it back and forth, they also exchanged hopes, dreams, and the occasional sneaky kiss.
By Rina Bean5 years ago in Futurism
The New World of Predeterminism
Shadows from street lamps grow as each citizen travels to their destination, always with their heads tilted up towards the skies. Mind-stalks use chanting sorcerers to channel new world priests, thousands of Seers, Oracles, and Prophesiers to flood the streets. There are hundreds of underground sects and cults.
By C.A Fenderson Jr.5 years ago in Futurism
Flight
Day Eight hundred and sixty-seven. Moving around a collapsed newsstand, the figure followed the clearest path through the debris. Wind blew away bits of twisted leaves, their scraping against the concrete making a maddening sound. Nearby, along the broken sidewalk, skeletal trees swayed. Stepping over puddles of brackish water, he noticed a scattering of coins.
By Christian Ashlar5 years ago in Futurism
The After Future
Mark: Hey Nick give it a rest! These dials are going to wear out! You keep turning them over and over. Nicholas: I just know the answer is somewhere in here!
By Arik5 years ago in Futurism
The Locket of the Heart— Celena’s Message
USA, 2082 * * * * * “That’ll be 75 thou.” Lynx pressed a finger to the touchpad. “Take 80. I won a mill from guys double my age today.”
By Aurelia Rose5 years ago in Futurism
The White Light
I wander through the abandoned city. How life can switch so quickly, from a bustling tourist hotspot to a desert of what reality had been only hours ago. Each building that I passed held only memories of what I thought I knew life was. This outwardly spontaneous demise had seemed so unfair, yet perhaps this was just a gradual event. It was always supposed to happen.
By MJ Samagaio5 years ago in Futurism