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 Grandchild Book
Tuesday - Just like in every other abandoned building she had picked through, She couldn’t help feeling like a voyeur. The ghosts of a dead era soaked into the walls and succumbed without a fight. Towards the end of that era, before her own mother was born, people found some very creative places to hide what they held dear. All these years later, treasures were still being freed from their long concealed hiding places. Finding them was Daitra’s job. She liked to think of herself as an Archaeologist Scavenger Extraordinaire.
By Rima Khalek5 years ago in Futurism
Money-skin
Money-skin Savora stood in the bathtub staring at the man staring back at her. She placed her palm on the back of her knee, vigorously rubbed her hand over her calf and over his face. He would not come off. She cut the shower, ran to her bedroom looking at her leg as if she wanted to cut it off.
By Zee Dempster5 years ago in Futurism
Just Like Sleeping
It was during the summer solstice when Seaver and his two daughters, Finn and Adi went to the top of the rise to watch the eclipse. Garrett, a man that Seaver had come to know, even before the first "cycle," endured it from afar under the slouching branches of a catalpa tree. It was the rarest of events and the first of the New Age. They brought with them the instruments of the mirror and the almanac. On a spare page taped to the inside back cover, they recorded the eclipse' celestial life: type, day, date, time, totality, duration.
By Eugene Elliott5 years ago in Futurism
Song and Memory
Woosh. Woosh. Woosh. The sound of the broom swaying back and forth mesmerized young Amhran. It reminded her of the… the something... from the time before. She closed her eyes, and leaned against the barrier that kept her and Sleepy Bear safe from being swept away with the dust.
By Jessica Pronovost5 years ago in Futurism
The light in the dark, The whispers of age
There's a world that lies between the physical and the imagined, it's both real and fantasy. With the ability to understand both the 3rd dimension and the 5th, it plays with existence in a way that only children can understand. When we pray, the inhabitants of this world listen, when we dream, they come to us, when we hate and wish the worst upon our enemies, they do our bidding… these creatures, in all of their infinite knowledge and devious splendor will be by your side in everything you do, but as slaves? Not quite, they want their fun too you know. When you wish the worst upon your enemies, they will take something from you in return, when you want luck and fortune, you'll have to suffer first, when you would like to contact them, they will take away your memories.
By Matthew Thomas5 years ago in Futurism
O'Mallery's book
The year is 2203, it is an overcast day in the capital. Captain O'Mallery pulled up his merchant spacecraft onto the docking platform, the reassuring grinding of the landing gears and the unmistakable hiss of the airlock opening was a welcome sound. O'Mallery grabbed his bag and headed to the airlock.
By Don Li5 years ago in Futurism
The Creators
The plane met ground with a lurch, it’s wheels absorbing the momentum of the weight above them. Alec looked out the window, noting how many terminals were connected to the massive airport. Berlin, he thought idly, welcome home? Alec’s entire biological family were from
By Allan Miles5 years ago in Futurism
Dream From Dust
Trent yelped and stuck his twice-scraped knuckle in his mouth in a vain attempt to keep it from hurting. Just as well, the curse words couldn’t make it out that way. What did he think he was doing? Who in their right mind would try to rebuild a spaceship this old? He had little experience and even less money. He tossed the pliers he’d been trying to use as a wrench to the floor. He didn’t even have the right tools! His dream of getting free of this place seemed hopeless.
By Anne Rhoads5 years ago in Futurism
Fatal Exchange
It is 2072 and Jake is dying. It is late winter and Atlantic city is supposed to be covered in white. A white dream which had faded a long time ago. Science had developed a way maintaining an 18 degrees celsius temperature. There are no more winters, no more summers. The grounds have flat even surfaces, there are no plants and no stones, no wind, no clouds, and no sun. Everything is still and artificially bright, the only thing that moves are human shaped cocoons, floating in the air. Some of the cocoons are bigger than others. Some only as big as one person, some can be as big as a house.
By Jess S5 years ago in Futurism
The Wanderer
The saloon doors swung open. Audible creaking echoed. The lively chatter dissipated as the sound of boots and spurs hit the iron floor. Gamblers and drinkers looked up and the music bot stopped playing, ending on a harsh note. A broad figure's shadow could be seen from the hazing sun, his pancho waving in the breeze.
By Jun Kim5 years ago in Futurism
One of Us is a Robot
Have you ever fallen asleep and completely blacked out? No dreams, just a blank space, complete disorientation, for hours and hours - or days even - because time disappears too. You could be anywhere, nowhere. You can't rule out the possibility you died and simply came back to life. But waking up this time was different because I couldn't remember my name.
By lolea5 years ago in Futurism
A Place Between Two Skies
“How can you become the most efficient version of yourself?” Ellen had been staring intently at these words for the last thirteen minutes. The question was posed, in purple block letters, by a sticker plastered onto the bus ceiling. Someone must have made a considerable effort to put it there. Next to the question was a cartoon woman, faded by sunlight. She rested her chin upon her fist, eyes tilted upward, as if the answer floated just above her head.
By Farah5 years ago in Futurism