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”.
Demon Jumpers
Era 32784 is earth's dimension Have you ever seen your parents being set on fire right in front of your own eyes? Most likely not, since my life suffering is only meant for me. Now I look outside at this dark abyss with literally nothing to show for. No answers. No truths. No nothing.
By Adrian Gardener5 years ago in Futurism
Short Fiction: The Old Man
He steps out of the house, mindful of the crumbling front step that cost him a week’s stay in hospital last winter. He ought to get the thing fixed but he hasn’t got the money to pay for some cowboy who would only make it worse. If the thing eroded even more he could always start using the back door, but that would mean being under the nosy gaze of the old trout across the way who sits perpetually in her living room, staring out of the window at everyone and everything. Still, he could always raise his middle finger to her; give her something to gossip to her equally prying friends with. And he’d get a chuckle from it, to see how flustered and offended she’d get.
By MealyGarage5 years ago in Futurism
Ghost Isles
1 I grabbed my bag, ready for the job ahead of me. I opened the door and stepped beyond the threshold of my apartment. At my door was a pile of newspapers. one I clearly could read was an article about a scientist named Lych Nyte who "accidently" died.
By Benjamin McIntosh5 years ago in Futurism
Confessions of the Armageddon
*Tape starts with a click. A man’s voice, full of awe and fatigue but void of hope comes on.* I can’t believe this old thing still works. Who’d have thought that in this era of wireless transmission and technological advances that the last recounting of the grandest country in the world would be recorded on an outdated cassette. Huh…
By R.j. Yokota-Stroman5 years ago in Futurism
Solitary Senses
The stars twinkle, winking at me as our spaceship floats by. I gaze at the celestial creations surrounding us as they form constellations unseen. A trip to the moon on a Thursday... or is it Sunday? Who knows, time is different here. The soft echo of Jacob’s boots on the spaceship floor is calming, and I marvel at the concept of sound in space.
By Emma Martin5 years ago in Futurism
Returning to Eden
Since Mary had announced her pregnancy, grandma took up knitting the old-fashioned way (she spent most of the time dropping stitches and cursing). She also did crosswords with Alfie and read from the collection of actual books left in the apartment, rather than a virtual scroll or a screen. She deduced that civilizations from the past had something rather rich that was missing from the AI world. Among the books were pregnancy books that Martha had lent to Mary, who was doing her best to avoid looking at them. She was afraid that learning about natural pregnancy and birth might terrify her more than she already was. Grandma had tried to encourage her, but her advice had fallen on deaf ears.
By Joanna K Jones5 years ago in Futurism
The Starlight Queen
Distant and yet within reach, the stars around her cosmic travels twinkled and glowed as she passed them. With their names countless and their ages limitless, she could do little but smile to them all as she entered the Milky Way. A bright ball of orange and yellow heat pulled her close as she pressed forward of the sparkling river around her. Her aimless direction over the years had brought her too many sights and while the hot, gaseous giant was nothing new, it was the marble of blue and green that was near him that had caught her glance. The hard shell of space particles and travelling rocks that she had collected was barely warmed at the side of the giant she came to speak with.
By T.S. Cranston5 years ago in Futurism
An Absence Of Gravity
My mother told me that I was born with my head in the clouds and my eyes always up at the stars. I think if she realized just how true that fact was she might have told me to spend more time worrying about what was going on around me; to keep grounded. The day I told my family I was going to space, it was like I'd sprouted a second head from my shoulders. My mother cried, my father was understandably upset, and my younger sister...she was jealous.
By Jessica Cooper5 years ago in Futurism
Rw's De Strange Zone Life Of Royce Williams
Intro Hey folks this story involves time travel, spirituality, world politics, and more. Royce receives direct orders from the Tral’yphh collective to travel forwards through time, and space to battle the faux god Demiiurge and his dark forces. Will the Demiiurge be finally defeated by Rylii aka Royce and his forces of good and righteousness find out here now folks.
By Rw's Random Life 5 years ago in Futurism
Preparing to Say Goodbye
My name is Erika, and I am about to go into Stasis. This is my life story, written by my mother, Roselyn. 3rd October 2461 “Ever since I found out I was pregnant my life has been flipped upside down. The pregnancy was fantastic in itself, but the threat of a child caused my husband to divorce and abandon me. Despite him leaving me and taking half of our assets, I was left the house and all of my money was still mine, thank goodness for prenups. After my daughter Erika was born, life got even harder.
By Bree-Amethyst S G-M5 years ago in Futurism
Lock
As i clean my lab, i keep finding strange notes. I know I write strange notes when I’m working too much, but some of these are outlandish, even for me. One said warning: subject is becoming self-aware. He realizes getting outside is impossible, as well as other ones in a similar vein. It freaks me out just a little. I mean, i haven’t actually left my lab in about six months. Even worse, I don’t really know... how to get out. Or where I’d go. All i know is here. My heart randomly races as I look around and see these notes. Sometimes i get anxious when i look at... the door. The door over there. The stupid door that doesn’t go anywhere. The room is dark. Too dark. I swear its unnaturally dark. I hate the dark so much. The lights need to stay on. If they turn off... I hear it. The strange vibrating. The strange... sound. I can’t explain it.
By Kriss Heath5 years ago in Futurism
