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”.
Alhamdulillah!
Part 2 SHILOH I will go before you and will level the mountains. I will break down gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron. I will give you hidden treasures, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, who summons you by name.
By Rhett Alexander Hamilton5 years ago in Futurism
Alhamdulillah!
Chapter Five A Marriage I Hosea stood on the Florence balcony, staring at the golden ring he adorned under the Italian sunrise. He was wealthy, famous, married, and had been around the world in the fourteen months he had been away from Moriah.
By Rhett Alexander Hamilton5 years ago in Futurism
Alhamdulillah!
Chapter Four An Endless Room I Two weeks later, Hosea flew to Nashville. He refused his manager’s advice and traveled by a commercial flight. He wouldn’t waste the opportunity by being in first-class or a window seat – he enjoyed being in the coach aisle and where the most foot traffic would be.
By Rhett Alexander Hamilton5 years ago in Futurism
Alhamdulillah!
Chapter Three A Bottle of Euphoria I Hosea had been on every television channel, packed stadiums across the world, and accumulated a great wealth. Everyone wanted to see him and hear him perform. His album sold so fast, the record label couldn’t keep up with printing. Every day his agent had to unplug the phone just to give himself some peace and quiet.
By Rhett Alexander Hamilton5 years ago in Futurism
Alhamdulillah!
Chapter Two A Nightmare I Hosea had awoken early in the morning when the sun was purple – before it birthed the candelabra ember that gave the day its preliminary dawn. He watched Salome sleep, transfixed with her beauty and the calmness of her body. His mind was too eager to sleep, it was rehearsing, and anxiously awaiting the progression of the day’s work. Hosea remained transfixed with her, giving his mind great ease until the orange sun turned yellow, slowly peeling open her bright green-blue eyes.
By Rhett Alexander Hamilton5 years ago in Futurism
The Story Giver
Ruby Driscoll woke into a day that would change her life. She had a slight sense of it; it was in the vigorous wind scattering fall leaves outside her window, a reordering. She resisted the temptation to grasp tightly at it, but she would not ignore it. Ruby opened to the day and went about the minutia of her morning, awaiting magic to reveal itself out of the mundane.
By Heather Orr5 years ago in Futurism
The Mission
I got off the bus and looked around the grimy district. A few run-down commercial buildings with broken windows and boarded-up doors lined the narrow paved road. The bus depot was simply a parking lot with a small window on the side of a building. There seemed to be no traffic, but it was the middle of the day on a Tuesday. Maybe people were all at work. Hopeful thinking on my part, as I saw the trash piled up in the corners of buildings.
By Lisa Kribbs5 years ago in Futurism
Breather
Mrs. Donaghue smiled at me as she was readying to leave the Breather offices. A real smile, beaming out of her as if it were the product of actual memories. It was hard to reconcile her with the woman who had come in for her consultations, the one who’d dragged her shoes across the marble floor with such grave weight, if only to counterbalance the downward slump of her shoulders.
By Anne Potter5 years ago in Futurism
Palimpsest
The hatch slid aside with a metallic whir. Dawn, burning bright in a sky still filled with pollutants that scattered the light into unnatural hues. A thousand feet below me, the remnants of the skyscrapers stabbed up like broken blades. I took a breath, testing the suit; the tang of ozone-purified air reassured me as I leapt, rappelling down the guideline to the surface. A hot wind, still noxious even after all this time, blasted at my tether; I oscillated nauseatingly for a moment before it anchored to the ground below. In the long light of morning, the towers threw jagged rows of toothed shadows as I descended into the mouth of the earth.
By Nick Sifuentes5 years ago in Futurism
