Sci Fi

D-Day
Ooo. Ooo. Baby Dylan reached his tiny hand out to his father. David smiled and held his son’s hand and gave it a kiss. “I love you,” he said. Dylan started laughing. David looked at his wife, Dani, and they smiled together. Dani held a heart shaped locket above Dylan and he grabbed it and put it in his mouth. David and Dani both gazed at their precious one in bliss.
By Toan Nguyen5 years ago in Fiction
Rise of the Weird Ones
“This locket has the power to return someone to the past. Use it to end this chaos.” Those were the last words that my mentor said to me before she was taken by the Weird Ones. They echoed in my mind as I looked down at the heart shaped locket in my hand. The locket itself was made of pure silver and had three tiny sapphires in a triangle near the middle. My mentor warned me that the locket had a finite number of uses. As I stared down at the locket in my palm, I wondered if the sapphires had anything to do with amount of tries. After all, it would make sense. Three sapphires to represent each chance you had of starting over. Until I know differently, that is what I will assume it means.
By Liliana Cresswell5 years ago in Fiction
Mechanical Heart
A lot of people passed me by as I lingered by the entrance to the Dark Room, probably wondering why I was this close to the strange correction chamber without going insane. With my ragged clothes, unkempt hair, and cardboard box full of scrapped and stolen machine parts, many people have either written me off as deranged, homeless, or a criminal. Honestly, the speculation is rather valid.
By Samantha Rhyalynn Hendrix5 years ago in Fiction
Desolate
Silhouetted by the sun sinking below the horizon a figure stood atop a rise on I 84, few cars were abandoned on this stretch of the highway leaving the shadow of the figure to stretch far into the distance. Replacing her canteen, Ivy shrugged her backpack into a better position and continued on. The worn map she carried in her vest indicated a town was not far from where she estimated she was. Lost in thought as she spent much of her days, she once again ruminated about how she found herself here. Despite years of warnings. As the planet grew warmer. Drought led to desertification which led to relocation of millions. Competition for resources led to hoarding, and the building of fortified shelters. Predictably war broke amongst the allied countries of the world and yet another warning was not heeded. The deployment of nuclear options destroyed the precious resources they were meant to win. Now the scattered remains of humanity searched for bunkers and hoards in order to prolong survival. The silence from the woods to her right a grim declaration of the culmination of humanity. No birds sang no animals skipped from tree to tree the dead unearthly silence of nature a grim declaration of the folly of man.
By Joe Dupre5 years ago in Fiction
The Harvard Compendium
The Harvard Compendium The Arrival “Temperature at 110 degrees Celsius. Looks like the waters are rising at 3cm an hour.”
By Alice Donenfeld-Vernoux5 years ago in Fiction
Television
My grandad used to tell me about color television. He'd meander off in his thinking, I’d wait for him, he would mumble a little more of this and that, then clear as a bell he would say he could actually close his eyes and see “IT”.
By Owen Taylor5 years ago in Fiction
E-78
"164 days." I whispered. 164 days since I woke up and everyone on E-78 disappeared. 164 days. Alone. My hand instinctively reached for the switch beside me. The dim light above me flickered before steadying and filling the room with a pale yellow. I sat up and glanced at the thermometer. 89°. This will be the hottest day so far.
By Heather Allison5 years ago in Fiction
Discovery
I don’t wear makeup, or revealing clothing with this name, in fact each name has her own rules that I follow religiously. When I’m little Liza Monay, I hunch slightly to make my 1.7-meter frame even shorter, and I wear frumpy, dumpy clothes that make me look heaver than my 53 kilos. As I prepare to be the beautiful !Zozs!, all of that changes. Gone are the dull earth tone clothing, in favor of bright shiny fabric. I change the hair on my head for a neon-green colored, sculpted spike set. !Zozs! is vibrant and alive unlike Liza. Bright glittery makeup showcases my fine bone structure, more glitter lightly covers my mostly naked flesh, enhancing the small bits that are not showing, not out of modesty, but to cause a sense of mystery, and a desire in the weak, to see what is hidden. Years of parkour and second story work, done with different names of course, have honed and sculpted my body into the weapon it is today. The makeup has the second function of softening my hard flesh, to make it seem less dangerous. We wouldn’t want to frighten my prey away would we. The final touch, the locket given to her by her mother years past, now attached to a neon-green choker, bringing attention to her long slender neck. !Zozs! is so small, and with her birdlike voice, everyone desires her, none could fear her, done, and perfect.
By Brian Amonette5 years ago in Fiction
Electric Odyssey
My heart raced as I flipped the switch to restore power to the discarded android. The power of the CAB (Controlled Atmosphere Base) struggled, but the eyes of the android flickered on. Once the android’s internal power generator was charged, the power to the facility returned to normal.
By McKinnon Mitchell5 years ago in Fiction
In Black
In April, the cherry blossoms used to fall, covering the courtyard outside our apartment in a pink blanket. Dad used to tell me that the building was designed to look like a Spanish hacienda. I think hacienda means big house, but I never did ask him about it. I’ll never be able to ask him about it. The cherry blossoms won’t fall this year because the trees are dead. Almost everything is dead now, including my dad.
By Mack Devlin5 years ago in Fiction
Her Nuclear Family
The trees were ripe with fruit. Green turned to red, deep and dark like blood. Each one nestled in leaves, wrapped around it protectively as though the branches knew that you might steal one, and were prepared to scratch. Luca gazed up, eyes squinting at the light that fell dappled between the shapes. She could practically taste them; she had done that once, against the better judgment of the elders. At first the fruit had been sweet, then a striking bitter that had lingered on her tongue for days.
By Matilda Lambert5 years ago in Fiction
Genex of Halcyon
“A soaring vision of the near future. Genex of Halcyon is, quite simply, an outstanding literary work of sci-fi that pushes the boundaries of expression and self-realization.” —Diane Donovan, Midwest Book Review
By River Alison5 years ago in Fiction