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”.
Reflection
"The future will collide with the past. Don't stress out, it will all make sense at the end." The Masked Man tells Novikov. Novikov was confused yet captivated. The Masked Man gave him a small black notebook with $20,000 cash inside a metal briefcase. Not only did he know Novikov's front door security passcode, but he proceeded to steal his car in the driveway. Flipping through the notebook showed that each page of the notebook had different dates and times with instructions next to them. The dates and times refer to when each instruction should be read. The notebook was to guide Novikov on a time-bending heist.
By Vladyslav Bendasyuk5 years ago in Futurism
A Notebook With Hope
Abhishek grasped the bracelet on his left wrist, making sure his finger covered the authentication indentation. A thin magenta light emanated from the embossed surface and expanded over the oval table between them. He adjusted his clear protective visor to reduce the glare.
By Donovan Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
The Chosen Ones: Chapter 2
Nothing but amazement and excitement washed over me when I saw my brother. His hair was dirty blonde now, and he stood at least six feet tall. He was skinny and his golden hair was relatively long, but overall he appeared to be healthy. He turned and looked at me with wide eyes.
By Gabriella White5 years ago in Futurism
The Door
I remember blowing out the candles on my sixth birthday. I remember the color of the curtain behind my chair and the way my brother turned his head to look at me from his highchair. My mother plastered on a fake grin while the family was there and my stepfather grabbed another beer from the fridge. My grandmother standing in front of me, the smallest woman with more power than most anyone I have ever met. I remember my grandfather standing beside her. The room smelled of grocery store candles and helium balloons. This wish was going to be my most grown-up wish yet. After all, I am six years old now.
By brooke vecchi5 years ago in Futurism
Homeworld
HOMEWORLD The intercom trumpeted over the bustling chatter, “Now arriving at Earth-Three. Doors will open on the left and the right.” The transport gently locked into the landing dock at the station. People bobbed up from their seats, ready to disembark. The airtight doors squeaked open and released a current of scrambling bodies into the bright station.
By Meka Miros5 years ago in Futurism
The Final Secret
Relvendian knew what could happen to him. He didn’t care. The entire building was empty, moss growing over the debris that littered the dirt floor. They’d dug up the very floor, every tile in the entire twenty store building. Hundreds of rooms, every single one ransacked, leaving nothing but a vague impression of what it once had been. Relvendian was about a hundred years late to the party, but then again, he was feeling lucky. As he walked past what used to be a large wooden desk, now smelling of rot and damp, he saw a light shine through the window to his left, starting on the wall and moving towards him. He hit the ground, crawling frantically underneath the desk, hiding from that penetrating light. He looked pathetic in his attempt to hide, but anyone who claimed to care about their pride when a Sentinial was involved was either a liar, insane, or both.
By Caleb Carson5 years ago in Futurism
The Little Black Book
Clark Jones a well known author, writer, and mystery buff was struggling to meet his deadline, and running out of options. He tried throwing the ball up in the air and catching it to clear his mind, meditated, and had a dance party by himself to get the juices flowing. Nothing worked.
By Cheryl A Nocera 5 years ago in Futurism
Not Another Black Book Story
In the clear depths of the evening sky, Alex takes a walk into his local town to escape the stressful air his parents’ argument had provoked. A breath of clear, fresh air. Alex loved to walk outside, looking up to the stars to regain his perspective, to make him feel more at ease. Along the path he walks, further into town when he begins to sense a presence lurking behind him. He takes a quick glimpse behind to reveal a strange dark figure shadowing him, scarily with a quick pace. Instinctively, he proceeds onwards with caution, but doesn’t think much of it. Until, he then hears a vague noise coming from the strange figure but couldn’t quite depict it. Once again, Alex ignores it with caution and carries on moving ahead. Until, he hears a similar noise this time much, much clearer.
By Jordan Beale5 years ago in Futurism
The Last Barista In The World
It’s dark just after dawn; the sky bleeds rusty shadows over what remains of her hometown, drawing ghostly reliefs of buildings, streets, figures. They move toward her, to the light, out of the surrounding gloom; hands out, eyes hungry. It never ends.
By The Lady King5 years ago in Futurism
