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 Girl in the Unknown Room
Jane turned on her phone light and swept it over the room she didn’t know existed. The one she had fallen into as evidenced by the hole above her head. The beam illuminated the space, revealing a concrete floor and walls, a piece of strange machinery and a slightly rusted lockbox. Jane turned circles, but there was nothing save for the two items.
By Jory Dunshea5 years ago in Futurism
Brielle and Little Black Book
Brielle and Little Black Book With no memory of her past, Brielle works at her little makeup salon downtown with a bodyguard she has no memory of ever hiring, but little does she know she is in for the ride of her life. The bodyguard's name is Michael. He is on strict orders to make sure that Brielle comes in contact with nobody from her past. However, Briella has no memory of ever hiring this bodyguard. She is reluctant and asks him to please leave and stop bothering her and her customers. The situation escalates to where Brielle threatens to call the cops if he does not go. Brielle does not know that the bodyguard can control mines and give people temporary memories.
By Lad bader5 years ago in Futurism
Phantom Shift
6:13 am, Jason waiting for his bus. Ugh, another Tuesday morning, another cup of cheap coffee from Carlo. It’s not as terrible as I make it sound. I just wish I could treat myself to something from The Bean or Cazadores. I will never understand why Rebecca left the way she did. She knew I loved her with all my heart. And the kids, god, the kids. Why is it she ran off, but I’m stuck with only seeing them one weekend a month? How is it that a court can look at her and say that I am incapable of providing a stable home? The school loans were almost paid off, and the agency was taking care of law school. Now, here I am stuck paying minimum balances, funding her and Meredith’s best life off in who-knows where their so-called “influencer” life takes them. At least the kids are with Rebecca’s mother now, even if that means they’re two hours outside the beltway.
By Atomic Historian5 years ago in Futurism
Coming to Light
She woke up. She was not where she was when she went to sleep, however. At least-not that she could remember. Like a dream, it felt as if she had entered another realm. Adrienne Waters often had very vivid dreams, and at times it was difficult to differentiate reality from her dream world. She placed her hands over and around her eyes, rubbing vigorously in hopes that it would bring her back to reality. It was dark, and as she opened her eyes, she could see the light of a full moon, behind pine trees. That is when she realized she was outside, in a forest? Her hands met the ground around her, she grasped at pine straw, dead leaves, and dirt. Her brain was foggy, as if she had spiraled into another dimension. Her eyes began to adjust to the dark night. There was a fire burning at the bottom of a ravine, and a cloaked woman stood beside it. Could it be Sophia? The woman who left that little black notebook at the café?
By Flannery McIntyre Dziedzic5 years ago in Futurism
The Beginning of Something Epic
Heavy rain poured down as Sophia slunk behind the wall of the darkened physics building. Peering around the corner she spied two men arguing over something she couldn’t make out. The parking lot was empty except for two sleek luxury cars, one red and the other black. Their headlights cast the men’s shadows against the building, as she crouched down low. As she strained to hear what they were saying, her mind drifted back to earlier that morning.
By Kiesha Haughton5 years ago in Futurism
Section 2B
I have been with my expedition team as a student intern for several months now. We've been locating and excavating sites all along North America to study the cultures of the past. At our latest dig, we were able to uncover the better part of a wooden house. This was an especially rare find, as wood would have typically decomposed by now, but the sands were able to preserve an amazing amount of the interior and a portion of the exterior. I was assigned to section 2B, which contained a partially collapsed wall where sand ebbed into the corner of the room. As I brushed away sand and took note of the wall's construction, I noticed a sliver of green metal interceding the wooden panels and concrete. I guided my hands along the wall, applying pressure until one of the panels slid, and I was able to see inside. This appeared to be a safe or lockbox of some kind, but it had no gears, no key holes, no combination lock, nothing preventing me from opening it and examining its contents.
By Sarah Holbrook5 years ago in Futurism
The Wakers
He liked this bench on the 6:12 train. He left work early to get it, despite the looks. The third bench from the front, Hudson side.
By JESSIE MORGAN-OWENS5 years ago in Futurism
The Angel of Death
Howard and Marbella Roanoake’s first mistake was making their daughter smart. From the moment Julissa Anne Roanoake was born, she was taught. She learned from the best tutors in Helvetica all the things a child of privilege should know. When, at age eight, she first hacked through the government censors, she learned all the things a child of privilege shouldn’t know.
By Samantha Rose5 years ago in Futurism
What the Soul Sees
Our family always wondered where Grandpa Joe had gotten the money to start the ranch, all those years ago. The story that he told us was that during the Great Depression, his family had been on the brink of losing their farm. He told us that he had taken on a few extra jobs, and eventually had enough money to grow crops on the farm, and to buy horses. I always thought there was more to the story. Today, the ranch has grown massively, and has become a very profitable family business. We grow wheat, barley, and canola. We have horses for lessons, with acres for riding. We also have a bed and breakfast.
By Joyce Kay5 years ago in Futurism
Little Black Future
The bed sheet has fallen from his studio flat window again. Sunlight perfectly positioned to shine on his face. He sits up; dust sits thick across all surfaces. It even floats in the sunlight that woke him. Dishes piled high in the corner, and they are going to take at least three soaks before he can even think of tackling them. 'Sod it; I can do them later,' he thinks. It's always later.
By Christopher Howard5 years ago in Futurism
Life in 615
As city 615 bustled with the common night life of raves and illegal activities, Jerry Jenkins was simply trying to make an honest living. Finally getting a job in the market district after purchasing his first Miracle Bike. It was a much older model, but it still allowed him to travel out of the ghettos. He dreamed of the newest model that had auto-pilot and other fancy gadgets, but he had to settle for the 112 model. As he hovered through 615, heading to work at one of the only decent stores in the city, he passed by the Miracle Museum. Thinking that he hadn’t been in a while, he figured he had some time to stop in again to see the fame of one of his idols, Fredrick Miracle.
By Robbie Nagle5 years ago in Futurism
The Pelin Journal
Day 1 I found this little black book in a bag that was shoved under the bed in a room they had never allowed me in. I don’t think the person who left it behind would mind me using it; they have no use for it now, anyway. Not sure where to begin. Never thought about writing things down before. Journaling is what they used to call it. Who would have guessed I’d start!
By Teresa_B5 years ago in Futurism