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”.
DOG FOOD
“DOG FOOD” The night was the only time I could forage safely. They knew I was nearby, and they still couldn’t find me. I knew how to be quiet, how to wait. That alone, and the fact that I didn't stink saved me on more than one occasion. I had an old compound bow and four modified hunting shafts. It was a quiet killer and if a shaft didn’t fly straight and missed then it was hard to know where it came from right away. I could move and shoot again. I also had a Bear Grylls fixed blade knife, but I was running out of luck. It will be light soon and I haven't found anything yet in what remains of this city. Hopefully, they were just dogs, not wolves. In fact, if they were actually wolves I’d be dead; wolves hunt in silence and you don’t know they are there until it’s too late. No, these were dogs and they wanted me for dinner, I was dog food.
By David L Bedell5 years ago in Futurism
It Had To Be Worth It
She sat on the back doorstep, looking out across the valley at the jagged skyline. This had once been home. All that remained of the town was crumbling brickwork and blackened, skeletal roof beams. This side of the hill had been slightly protected. Her house still had a roof and walls. There were even still a few packets in the cupboards; moulding tupperware pots in the silent fridge. Nothing retrievable. Any tins had long gone. A thin layer of grey dust coated every surface.
By Liz Bennett5 years ago in Futurism
The Dadis
The Dadis looked bad. The Dadis looked mean. The Dadis looked crazy. The Dadis strode into the opass area. The opass area was very old. Many years ago – long before the fa'off - the opass was used by the people to get somewhere. I don't know where, and I don't know how. But the big pillars of the opass area were stone and steel and concrete and there were long roads of concrete that stretched between the opass pillars.
By George Rizor5 years ago in Futurism
The Historian
The Historian observed the creature in the terrarium, the creature that the Scientist had summoned them to examine. They had spent their existence studying ancient artefacts left behind by the prehistoric beings they had come to know as Humans. From their studies, they could deduce that this was an adult Human male. The Human's eyes were closed.
By Danh Chantachak5 years ago in Futurism
Flashforward
The flashforward flickered in front of him, emitting a blue glow. Jaegar watched impatiently as a copy of him materialized inside the hologram. A second figure appeared, and he recognised her immediately. Vera was facing the hologram version of himself, crying. She was touching the heart locket around her neck, as he was yelling at her. The flashforward was silent, but he appeared threatening.
By Amber Foxwell5 years ago in Futurism
The Heart Always Knows
"Aren't you excited?" I gaze at my eleven-year-old sister and wonder why I feel such a sinking sensation inside. It's her Heart Day, the day she officially becomes an adult, one of us. One of everyone. Marie is skipping around the living room, dressed in pink, her face flushed with happiness like every other child who will be receiving their heart-shaped locket at the Heart Ceremony this afternoon. The last day of childhood. The last day of freedom.
By Kate Hewitt5 years ago in Futurism
