Sci Fi

Vision of Angels
A storm rolls in and rages in a purple-pink hue. Thunder crashes on the ground and trembles the nearby houses into a panic. As the clouds get closer to the ground, I think that this will be it my first tornado, too bad it's going to be on my house. As the swirling vortex of an ashen nimbus get closer to my door, it makes contact with the placemat in front of my door to clear up and reveal a blue eyed, blond hair, chubby baby. I blink once, then twice, then open the door to see the baby extend their arms towards me. I grab its' chunky arms and feel the cool touch of skin. As it starts clinging to my calves, I push it aside and cling closer to my doorway. I don't trust it. I see the baby look in surprise at my haste to run from it. Then with an unbothered look, he turns and wobbles away. As my vision enlarges, I notice that every house is going through the same wonderment that is encountering me. There is an exodus of hundreds of these ethereal babies, in all the shades of the world, with different fabrics of color representing the cultures of the world. They seem to be heading over a small hill in the distance. As I watch in awe, I begin to fear if this is a test. My vision that I had last week came true and I took it lightly. Was I suppose to keep him? He seemed happy to stay but also was indifferent after I rejected him to stay.
By JIN5 years ago in Fiction
The World That No Longer Glitters
The last ship went out last night. The world is quiet in the pre-dawn hours, and I long for just a few more moments to steep in dreams while I lay in the cot I’ve been provided.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
The Quantum Foam Makes Me Roam
The heart-shaped locket dangled lazily from his left hand, sunlight glinting off it’s smooth surface as it twisted back and forth. Where am I? Who am I? Questions flew through his mind as he focused on the spinning locket. Slowly, he began to be aware of his surroundings. Feet, planted firmly on the ground. Describe your environment, he admonished himself. You know the drill. One question at a time. Where Am I? I am in a room. The room has cheap linoleum flooring. The walls are baby-shit green. I’m seated in a high-backed wooden chair. A name floated through his mind...Jackson. He understood without knowing that this was his name. And then, everything hit him all at once. Fuck. How many jumps had this been? What was the date? That was the most critical piece of information he needed as he tore the room apart looking for something, anything that would answer this. Had the math been right this time? Was his goal finally accomplished? Could he rest? The date on the newspaper he finally found told him that at least he had gotten the date right this time. Tennyson had said it best, “...once more into the breach, dear friends.”
By Jack Richey5 years ago in Fiction
Ada's Last Day
There was a strange vibe in the building that morning when she walked in. Threading her way through the symmetrical cubicles, she noticed a tension in the air as she headed towards the elevator.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
Five Minutes
The patter of rain on my window was my alarm this morning, however that had not woken me up. It was the soreness instead that paraded through my body and my head. My eyes fluttered open to peer between the blinds that lay askew looking toward a false paradise against a sullen backdrop. The world boomed centuries after the sun screamed, I remember being told about the bodies our cities were built upon. I squeezed my hand tighter constricting my entirety into my sheets. The bite of silver leaving an impression on my hand as I pulled the chain from my palm. “Five minutes…” my throat felt rough and bare as I uttered those words.
By Kay.M.Raven5 years ago in Fiction
A Terrible Time For New Beginnings
If anyone alive had been around to observe the passage of time, you would learn it was exactly midnight on a Monday in the year 4783 A.D. when a former U.S.A cloning faculty’s main generator failed, and the clones in it began waking up early. Any dieter could tell you Monday is a terrible day of new beginnings, not to mention midnight, an hour of unwarranted things, but humans had long vacated earth some 120 plus years ago, so no one was around to explain all this to the struggling clones. One clone in particular could have benefited from this news. New to life, this clone sucked in the air she instinctively craved only to find herself drowning on the amniotic fluid she was suspended in. Panicked she pressed her hands on the glass she could not see out of and then beat on it when it did not give way to her touch. She was dying; although she did not understand the concept of death, she possessed an innate understand of the discomfort it brought on. She loathed the feeling and writhed to rid herself of it.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Fiction
Squidopia
Hank stared up towards the hazy edge of the water’s surface, soon he would join his fellow squibs on The Dry. Not much of the world had dry places like this. For the world had always been full of water with these strange islands in remote places.
By John Stone5 years ago in Fiction
DIRTY SKY
Today was the first quiet day in months. I looked out the window, or what’s left of it. I could hardly see through the dirty glass. Trying to wipe it clean with my sleeve, I scratched it with the locket I was holding in my hand. I forgot that I was clenching it in my fist. I’ve been doing that for days. A heart-shaped locket. The only thing left from my past life. I went to look for my dog, who I haven’t seen since yesterday. He was probably hiding somewhere. I hoped.
By w_d_5 years ago in Fiction
Her Heart
They come all the time now. Can’t stop them. Our world, well it’s gone. Food is scarce. Heat unbearable. Waters rise in Florida. Cover Miami. Volcanos erupt in the North. Earthquakes and flooding in California. We have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. And not from them.
By Felicity Harley5 years ago in Fiction
Split from Utopia
“No!” Naipotu shrieked in horror as Kashmir’s hands slipped from her grasp and she went hurling into the abyss. “Kashmir! Kashmir!” She yelled frantically but she could no longer see or hear her wife. They shared telepathic energy and were able to sense each other but she could no longer feel her either. Naipotu felt nothing but emptiness. She looked around, her vision still slightly blurry from the debris ridden sky. The sky that was once a vibrant pinkish orange, now appeared to be dark purple.
By Toi McMullen5 years ago in Fiction
Red Strike
The year is 3020. My name is Zen and I have been living underground for five years. I certainly would be dead if I had not been rescued and dragged to a secret bunker. Walking over one hundred miles through swamps and rocky terrain, my handmade aluminum suit provided me with enough coverage to be completely undetectable by eliminating all revealing signals of my location and vital signs transmitted by a single micro-chip embedded into my brain. After the anti-cell phone movement in 2075, the government needed a reliable tracking system, as many people refused to be connected to a network and went off the grid. The practice of micro chipping at birth was aggressively passed into law, however, this was the least of our worries. There were explosive and volatile riots that took place all over the country and many of us died fighting to stop it. The new order military task force introduced itself by stepping in and used sophisticated and destructive weaponry on us that made every other weapon of existence known to mankind look like child’s play. They were able to overpower us and gain control very easily. Most of my family died in these riots. I lost almost everything.
By Aria Bella5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket and the Revolution
As the rain pounded on the metal roofs of the shacks in the ghetto, Princess Hadria sat alone in her room, which was larger than any house in the worst part of the most decrepit little town. She had been there for months on end, unable to even look out the window without risking her life. The window, which was now covered by thick wood planks, overlooked what used to be a beautiful garden that she and her older sister, Alex, would play in together. Hadria stood up and glanced at a picture of her that rested in a frame on her nightstand. As she saw the locket around her sister’s neck, she fingered it and felt the necklace rub against her skin. The locket was made of 24 karat gold, and was engraved with the initials A.S., the initials of the first child of every Szombathy generation. Inside, two blurred monochrome pictures of the founders of Ambrosia could be seen. Hadria looked in awe as she saw how much her great-great-great grandmother resembled Alex, down to the tiniest of details. That one moment brought her back to a time when everything was different, when hardly even a year ago, Ambrosia was a thriving nation.
By Allison Bockus5 years ago in Fiction