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”.
Purebred
For the first time in her life, Jeannie had a 20,000 dollars cheque in her purse. Just the right amount to clear all her debts to make a fresh start with a clean slate. She was sure of not having a relative to leave her such an amount, but when the lawyer handed the cheque, she couldn't do anything but accept it. Freddie didn't know that. He didn't have to know. After leaving the lawyer's office, she quickly ran there not to make him suspect anything.
By Arif Kotas5 years ago in Futurism
Awoke In an Irradiated World
[August 19, 2055] A cloudy, humid day, the stuffy air was an account of the heavy rain from the previous night and the depressing drizzle the following morning. A man and a woman sat on a bench outside the door of a funeral home. The man was 5’9, wore a dark gray suit, with dirty blonde hair, and carried a rather depressed look in his eyes. The woman who sat beside him was a 5’3 ginger with glasses who wore a knee-high black dress and observed him with concern.
By Ethan Maronto5 years ago in Futurism
Mirror-verses
People only know what they’ve been exposed to. Beige was so sick. She was in the trailer puking her guts. She was sick from last night’s meal. Food poisoning from the Vietnamese shop. We could never anticipate the amount of attention that our study would eventually gain. This, however, was the first public speech that I would ever give in my life. Now, I had to give this presentation by myself. This was our chance to change the world and here I was, all alone.
By Sarah Nicole5 years ago in Futurism
I Am Jennifer Jackson
I wake up. Before I am able to open my eyes, I can hear the sounds of running water and dishes clinking. They drift from another room, riding invisible blue waves of jazz on a radio: piano chords, a sultry saxophone solo. Somebody’s singing, but I can’t tell if it’s in the song or the voice of someone close by.
By Calvin Marty5 years ago in Futurism
The Taste of Concrete and Copper.
The taste of concrete and copper was all that was on the lips. Reaching through a ragged coat, the hands could not find what was supposed to be there. The inner coat pocket was empty. Eyes opened, laying face down in filth, the hands push and give out. A grunt of pain was all that could have been heard. Turning eyes to look at the surroundings, a small gasp escaped. Rather than stand, the hands pulled the motionless body towards what the eyes had in focus. The movement was slow through the dark alley. Traffic and sputtering neon echoes covered the sounds of dragging. Approaching the overflowing dumpster, the hands gathered the remaining strength and pulled the body half under the green dumpster. The hands felt, and the eyes saw the white duffle bag, frantically pulling it out, spilling the contents in the alley. The hands moved back under into the blackness. A jaw-clenched grunt pulled out the remaining endurance left in the body.
By Brady Houle5 years ago in Futurism
Misconceptions
Jasmin awoke to her blaring alarm and groggily willed it to snooze, sending a command to her coffee machine to start an extra-strong brew for when she actually got out of bed. This was her usual morning ritual, and she wasn’t about to change it today. Five minutes later, her alarm was a little more persistent in reminding her she had to get to work. With a groan, she sat up and told her alarm she was awake. The scent of fresh coffee filled the room and encouraged her to actually get out of bed. Her visual overlay was filled with notifications she had missed while asleep, and a small side panel swapped through different news headlines.
By Richard Belarde5 years ago in Futurism
The Spark
In a sleek Spectra 4300, Gerry and Guy Morganza flew over the Dorfian Forest checking their scans for anything that could be used to spruce up the Spectra’s specs. The old abandoned city below was from a bygone era of high technology which had been snuffed out by the Authenticity Project nearly two hundred years ago. Despite their attempts to keep out trespassers, those like the Morganza’s always found a way to sneak in.
By Kevin Gardiner5 years ago in Futurism
