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”.
Rothin - Part 1
Rothin struggled to endure the pain, walking in the direction that made it even more difficult to withstand. His legs ached, making it unbearable to walk. He fell forward and began to crawl, mostly dragging his legs, but occasionally using them in half-hearted attempts to quicken his pace.
By Kage Chaos5 years ago in Futurism
Cat Got Your Tongue
"Cat got your tongue, partner?" Sam Raymond piloted the Manhattan (named after the drink, not the borough) with casual ease through the space debris and erratic traffic that littered the lower atmosphere of the backwater planetoid. He didn't recognize this district, but his investigation led Sam and his partner, Rachael, to this unexotic location.
By Antonio Jacobs5 years ago in Futurism
Letter to myself.
It's winter. Snow is piling up at the front door of my temporary refuge. Today, 12th Jan 2021, I am still living in a semi conscious state waiting for this global situation to magically correct itself. As if I had gone to sleep, but would still continue living by muscle memory. Awful.
By Just Someone5 years ago in Futurism
Civilisation: Chapter 7
Everything seemed to be moving quickly, gathering momentum towards the day when the first of the ships would leave Algerian Prime in search of a new home, which would be any day now. Ships had been promised from several benefactors, most of whom Aldon and Zolin never met. They had taken it on faith that when something was promised, it would be delivered at the appropriate time.
By Virgil Debique5 years ago in Futurism
Outlive
I opened my eyes. I’m not sure what I had expected to see once my time came, but it certainly wasn’t the pale blue walls of the crematorium – the same walls I had seen last night. Blinking a few times, my eyes finally focused on the pile of my last belongings on the table to the left of the bed – jeans and my favorite t-shirt, the journal I had taken with me on my final trip, my dad’s old wind-up watch, and the silver, heart-shaped necklace that held my brother’s ashes.
By Courtney Pettersson5 years ago in Futurism
Watching the Clock
Soft vibrations slowly increasing in intensity began to fill the small space. It didn’t make a difference, I was already wide awake staring at the shimmering ceiling. A rising, not wholly unpleasant, beeping began in sync with the vibrations until it reached a crescendo at which point the soft blanket retracted into some receptacle at the foot of the bed.
By Jared Panchuk5 years ago in Futurism
When Dark I Dream
“The remedy for curing desire lies not in satisfying it, but in extinguishing it.” - Eleutherius # The drafty apartment was dark; a child’s eyes darted back and forth across the living room floor tracing shadowy outlines. His father lay on a ragged couch in the corner of the room, long legs sticking out from under the too-small woolen blanket that covered him. The child gingerly lifted the corner of the blanket, face hovering over his father’s. “Wake up, Papa. It’s time for me to go to school.”
By Gino Marchetti5 years ago in Futurism
