Sci Fi
Anything for Mama
The days were long and strange in 2056. The Upland Overriding had taken hold several years before, and citizens of the Earth were in struggle over its’ most precious commodity. No longer did countries go to war over oil. It was far simpler than that. People were on their basic needs for survival. They went to war over WATER.
By Kathleen A Spillane5 years ago in Fiction
Grunt Work
The elevator door opened and we stepped onto the transportation yard. At least it is called a yard though we are still two levels below the surface. Six trucks were lined up in convoy formation. There were 48 of us on this trek, the largest I had been on. Without speaking we walked to our assigned trucks and waited for the transport guys to load us aboard. Once I had wanted to work up here in what I considered “fresh” air, but after one visit and a few hours of breathing the toxins they take in every day I was happy to stay below and suck on recycled air.
By Steve E Donaldson5 years ago in Fiction
The Key to Hope
“It is the key”. I never understood why he said that. I remember him wearing that locket ever since we were young, soon after our mother died. Patrik always looked nervous taking it off at security checkpoints. He would remove it last before being scanned, taking it off slowly and carefully, as it hung on the same chain as mother’s dog tags.
By J. Allyn Mosley5 years ago in Fiction
Imprint Pt. I. Third Place in Doomsday Diary Challenge. Top Story - June 2021.
It all started as a way to connect - Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest - and then, Imprint. I can’t even remember the year; it just feels like it was always there. That’s how they want you to remember it anyway. The government wasted so much time. Their endless debates, chronic gaslighting and constant bickering never ceased. In the end, it all added up to inaction and fear, when they should have been figuring this out. But now, the aliens had control. No one pays attention to the government, the experts or the actual news anyway. They were all too busy following trash on social media, and making mindless videos.
By Sydney Chapman5 years ago in Fiction
The End
All it took was a single heart shaped locket; that was what ended the world. The ship had crashed in the middle of New York City. There was no denying what had happened. Extraterrestrials were real and they had come to Earth. That would have been enough to have scientists and the world in an uproar. The bodies themselves could only be identified by their bones, but what took it from madness to true insanity was the heart shaped locket. The one thing that had survived in a truly whole state clutched in tightly to one of the bodies. When it was found it wasn’t of some far off world. The two pictures inside were of a family very much on Earth, in a McDonald’s of all places. Extraterrestrials weren’t just visiting, they were living on Earth.
By Justin M McGranahan5 years ago in Fiction
Dust and Bones
Three bandits rode down the outskirts of an old, bombed out ghost town. The rumble of their combustion engines a symbol of their status and wealth. Petrol was a rare and precious resource and viewed as a rich mans commodity. Captain Richards wasn’t by any means a wealthy man, but he was inventive, adaptive and conditioned to life in the hard world.
By Riley Byrne5 years ago in Fiction
Retreat
“Pour vous?” “Whisky, s’il vous plaît." Nils was the barman and proprietor of the only inn in the village, but unfortunately the best days of Le Table were firmly behind it. The dusty wooden floors creaked underfoot and the rickety stool on which I perched was in dire need of repair. Propping myself up on the ancient mahogany bar seemed almost disrespectful given its age, far in advance of mine. I felt there the combined weight of all those elbows supporting weary arms without complaint, the heavy heads of despair and drunkenness, and the jubilant dancing feet of happier times.
By Andrew Rushby5 years ago in Fiction
