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 City Lost on the Edge of Time
Michael was an unusual, mysterious person. He appeared suddenly in Atara’s life a few months ago with a $20,000 grant for her research into the mythical lost city of Atlantis. He was very private and brilliant, a Da Vinci in most fields. And he was handsome, so handsome that even the Greek gods themselves would be envious. At over 6 ft tall, he had perfectly bronzed muscles, shoulder-length blonde hair, and captivating eyes that mirrored the heavens. The first time she saw him, she was overcome with awe - heart racing, palms sweating - and nearly fell to her knees thinking the great warrior Archangel had descended to speak to her. His inner light filled her with warmth. She instantly loved him and hoped, from his secret glances and tender protectiveness, he felt the same.
By Emily Watson5 years ago in Futurism
The Property of EMIT
I could hear the train faintly humming closer as I scrambled to find my subway card for the ticket turnstiles. The shrill voice of the announcer increased my level of anxiety by announcing that "yes, in fact, this IS your train that you are about to miss." My palms getting clammy, I shove my card into the machine and hurl my body propelling forward through the silver metal bars that squish my bag and my bottom far too close to my sandwich lunch than I'd care for. The engine roar crescendos whilst I high jump over pedestrians in my now half-creased work skirt that is undoubtedly, probably ripping, whilst smacking into those walking in the opposite direction to me. "Excuse me!" I mumble, leaping five stairs at a time, clenching onto my brown flats with squinched toes, only to look up from the 5th stair down and see the subway doors starting to close as the conductor blows his whistle and a polite, yet very defeating operator voice says "Please stand clear, the doors are now closing." I slow-motion lunge towards the doors, my bottom jaw drooping down to my neck, eyes wide with desperation as they slam in my face... and everyone inside gives me THAT smirk. Because, well, they’ve been me too.
By Natalie-Monique Le Sueur5 years ago in Futurism
Beyond
Standing atop the great wall, the hot wind sears our rag-draped almost naked body, and the burning sun reddens our prison-blanched exposed skin. Sand whips our face from the vast desert before us and we turn to the hagged, bent man beside us, held tightly, as are we, by a bristling muscled guard, oiled arms glistening with sweat beneath leather and polished metal. We squint at our companion, another half starved prisoner, gaunt and stooped, defeated, eyes closed, ready to accept his fate. He cracks his eyes open, and croaks a rasping crackle, eyes suddenly wide as he is flung from the edge of the great wall unceremoniously, tumbling, strangely like a scrap in the wind, emaciated, falling, flailing, crunching; to an end below, then drifting and settling, finally, in a still heap at the bottom of a sand dune. Rejected, expelled.
By Aaron Lloyd 5 years ago in Futurism
The King Is Dying
"The King is dying", the horrifying words whispered down the hallway within ear shot of Finnian, the youngest son of the Kings secret alchemist. He has sat outside his majesty's room everyday for almost 6 weeks, fetching medical supplies and ingredients for his Father who is desperately trying to remedy the mystery illness.
By Kieran Scotchford5 years ago in Futurism
Time Vault
James: 1999 The alarm sounded at 5:00 am as James rolled over in bed to hit the snooze button. James Jynx was 23 years old and worked everyday at the local high school as a physics teacher. As a young teacher, just out of college, the students loved him as being not only a role model to the boys, but a crush of most of the girls. One of the many downsides of being a high school teacher, as James would come to learn. James was an average young man, who enjoyed working out, playing video games, and partying a little too late with his buddies on weekends. James lived alone, as his parents passed away in a motorcycle accident when he was halfway through college. He inherited their house, but it felt empty without their presence.
By Theodore Dembowski5 years ago in Futurism
Be Careful What You Wish For
The rain dripped from his hood as his bloodied fingertips burrowed into the wearing ebony. He could see the ink dripping from the pages, mocking his tears. Damn you, he thought. None of this would be happening if it weren’t for you. Lightning slashed through the sky, painting the alley white; freezing time for only a split moment before the thunder tumbled and clashed behind, shaking the ground beneath his feet. I never wanted this… He pulled his arms into his chest, rocking back and forth, he cradled the mischievous object. A small journal of great power; the book of exaltation, the book of deepest despair. He had never imagined such horror in his entire life.
By Carissa Brown5 years ago in Futurism
Luna's Blessing
I guess when you think about it, I really shouldn’t say a word… Folks like us only tell our truths when we’re on our death beds or when our luck has just run out. You know like those vintage shows on stream; a lawyer stares at a person somberly and gives two options and there is really only one choice.
By Renata Philippe5 years ago in Futurism
The Silver Alchemist
“Trial #24 results: Substance remained, no signs of conversion, remote indication of spontaneous decay,” recorded Argent Trinket in his research journal. He took a moment to contemplate, stepping away from his experiment with a cluttered and confused mind. He gazed upon the frame on the wall that contained the picture of his ancient inspiration Nicholas Flamel. Over the course of many years, Trinket had been continuing the work of the famed alchemist, and it was most recently that he had stumbled upon a new field of alchemy: “Fluent Alchemy” he called it. This new field was the key to becoming all-powerful. Not since the days of King Midas and Rumpelstiltskin has any mortal witnessed its extraordinary capabilities. With a simple wave of the hand, one is able to exchange any material for an equalized amount of any other material (especially metals).
By ~Awakened~5 years ago in Futurism
Book Marked
No one knows that they are going to be famous when they are born. It just hits you like a brick falling off the leaning tower of bricks and if you saw the tower you would know what I mean. So you might be wondering who I am. Well my name is Brittany Dalton. I'm a 23 year old Diamond. Diamonds are people-like things that live on floating Islands or Clans that are in outer space. Diamonds have two arms, two legs, wings and tails. We also have faces and pointy ears but we either have feathers, scales or fur. The Clan Island you come from depends on what attribute you have. If you live on another Clan Island for a few sunbursts, then your feathers, scales or fur falls out and you grow whatever one is needed to live on that Clan Island. I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m telling you about my kind. I’ll get to that in a moment. I’m also sure you want to know how we get to other Clans and it’s easy, we can fly. “Hey Brittany, who are you talking to?” asked Amy. “I'm talking to these people in this little black book,” said Brittany. “ I found it on my flight over to Fluffy Clan island and it hit me in the face.” “ But why are you talking to it?” asked Amy, as she grabbed the little black book. “Whenever I say something it appears on this white thin page. See everything you said is here.” Brittany showed the book to Amy and Amy saw the words show up on the page. “Yeah, so what, why do it at all? Amy exclaimed. “There is more to it,” said Brittany. “Look, it asks me questions too.” “The book asked me what
By Kayla Saunders5 years ago in Futurism
