Sci Fi

The Plain Man’s Compass
The mildew stench in the bunker was thick enough to make a goat wretch. It closed the already tight space but Pietro’s concerns were elsewhere. More than escaping the claustrophobia he wanted the pesky interrogation light off and worse, he wanted a cigarette. He had come across an overturned truck in a wreckage just west of the Poconos. The cartons took up a lot of cargo space but they were high value in the only currencies on Earth that mattered now. Goods and gold were the only money in what was left of America. His two youngest daughters enjoyed the spoils of the cigarettes but hated the smell. His eldest smoked with him, they often bonded over the one per day he allotted her while her sisters slept. He’d spent 72 hours in agency custody and Pietro was growing irritable.
By Mason (5 years ago in Fiction
“The Heart-shaped Locket”
“The Heart-shaped Locket” It all happened so fast. One minute, everything was fine; the next minute, everything was chaos. I was in history class watching a documentary on George Washington when it happened. Well, I should say, I was supposed to be watching a documentary on George Washington, but instead was staring out the window enjoying the beautiful, baby blue sky when, suddenly, the sunny sky turned blood red. Then, without warning, a massive meteorite crashed into the side of the school with an ear-piercing crunch. The next thing I knew, teachers and students were running down the halls while screaming their heads off. Some people were bleeding from various parts of their bodies, and some were even missing limbs. As I watched the gruesome scene unfolding in front of me, I comforted myself by grasping the heart-shaped locket that my mom had given me right before she died earlier this year and thought to myself, what the fuck is going on?! Thankfully, my history teacher was able to hold his composure during the madness. As he scanned his room of terrified students, he calmly said,
By Dillon Baribeau5 years ago in Fiction
Civilization of Oppression
The year 2531. Humanity had finally succeeded with colonizing Mars. For the past four hundred years, Earth and Mars have been under the rule of the Midnight Empire. Overlord Arthur Cedrix had been driven to madness with power. Once he rose to power, Earth had become a research facility and a prison. It was a barren wasteland. Humanity escaped to Mars in an attempt to escape his wrath, however, one of Cedrix’s henchmen had caught word of this and he immediately expanded his empire and began to take over Mars just as he took over Earth.
By Jonathan Mirau5 years ago in Fiction
Charlie's Dream
CHARLIE'S DREAM The concert had a sellout crowd. The band's encore was a gut-stirring rendition of Anti-Nuke, from their latest CD. Charlie Merton, the second vocal, stood in red vest and green satin trousers beside the lead, his wife Bonnie, herself attired in a red leather blouse and a green satin skirt, and awaited his cue. Charlie's large bulk dwarfed that of petite Bonnie, whose wildly frizzed hair frayed out like it was electrified. Charlie's large arms hung calmly at his side as he prepared his stance, gripping the mic lightly for his lyric.
By Stephen Vernarelli5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday
The world had gone to shambles. Walls were being built around any and every major country and state. The military has been brought in to be used as muscle to keep everyone who wasn’t important outside of the walls. Everyone important to be alive, from the presidents of the biggest countries to the world’s fastest man, was being pushed into small communities.
By Honey Lea5 years ago in Fiction
Safe
“Someone smart might worry about where their gloves are not a useless bit of jewelry.” Leigh said holding mine up as I crawled along the floor of the tiny room we called home looking for my locket. I tossed her a smile over my shoulder but didn’t stop my search. I wasn’t leaving without it, I needed it for later. I found it wedged in the corner, obviously having fallen behind the table when I’d removed it last night. Smiling I fished it out and held it up for her to see.
By K.T. Seto5 years ago in Fiction
A Gasp
June 11th 10:15 PM His fingers wrapped around her neck like a snake, desperate and starving. She stared up into his yellowing eyes peering out through his pitch-black hair matted to his forehead. The smell of death lingered on his breath and blew into her face as he leaned in closer, hissing and spitting at her.
By Samantha A.R.Weaver5 years ago in Fiction
Salvation
I glanced at Connor crouched next to me. He nodded, a half-smile on his face. I glanced at the SEC Bot beyond the rubble in front of us. Its lifeless eyes continuously scanned the surroundings as it stood motionless. I took a deep breath, nodded back at Connor, and the two of us bolted from the safety of our hiding spot, sprinting out away from each other, our paths forming a V from where we’d been safely nestled.
By Peter Kramer5 years ago in Fiction
Oxygen Heart
"Come on!" he shouted as he grabbed my arm and started running south. My feet slipped away from me as they followed him, but my eyes stayed glued on the Enforcers. Their shiny silver beams pointing at us, their lenses blowing up our picture in the main square.
By Alexis Moutinho5 years ago in Fiction
The Miserable Merchandise
Winston’s living room had begun to swirl. Sitting in his chair, book in hand, Winston watched the grey room come apart at the seams and begin to spin; his eyes were malfunctioning again, bugging out and rotating inside their sockets. A moment later, Winston felt the nausea of vertigo, his lunch attempting an undignified escape. Clenching his hands around the book, Winston squished his eyes firmly shut, and ground his teeth through the glitch, hoping it would soon pass.
By S.K5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Woman
I had a dream. My father straddled me. His knees drilled into my elbows, driving them through the dirt. A knife blade, nicked and rusted, wavered in his trembling hand. His jaw clenched, baring blood-red fangs. His wet eyes narrowed, then closed.
By Jules Dachel5 years ago in Fiction
The Graft
The Graft A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us
By C. M. Norwood 5 years ago in Fiction