Sci Fi
The Locket
Part One It wasn't supposed to happen like this... That was the last thought entering Dawn's mind as her shocked eyes pulled away from the rear view mirror. In the reflection, she could see the slow pool of blood flowing out from her sister's abdomen. Liz was crumpled in an unmoving heap on the ground 15 yards behind her. That was as far as Liz had gotten before the robots fired lasers at her fleeing the vehicle.
By Janea Speer5 years ago in Fiction
Heart-shaped Protector
Like many children growing up in traumatic circumstances, I had an imaginary friend. Mine was a giant armor-clad woman with gorgeous amber hair and tired blue eyes. Her armor was sleek and beautifully ornate, primarily painted red with white and green accents. Midst my dreams, she’d take me on adventures to stunning garden worlds with the most breathtaking alien flora and fauna. I’d ride atop her shoulder admiring the endless fields of flowers and curious creatures as she told me stories of her battles amongst the stars. Lanora would tell me to never forget that I was part of a brave and noble race. And that she was doing everything she could to earn our salvation. For many years, those dreams were the only place I ever felt safe.
By john bruce5 years ago in Fiction
Fat Ones
She was right behind him, but the living storm now ripped his name from her throat and casts it impossibly far away. Despite the others trying to pull him back behind the protective flap of the jeep, he kept reaching for her. His arm stretched into the impenetrable wall of dust, wind-whipped debris forming numerous cuts on the palm and back of his open hand. The sharp stings morphing into an almost… ticklish sensation?
By The Cat of Cats5 years ago in Fiction
Songbirds
Songbird It’s 5 am and she’s already awake. She never really sleeps. Another Dunkin Donut morning, she says. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she considers climbing into the bathtub. Why did I pick a house that didn’t have a shower? She stands, stretches and, walks over to the window and remembers what it was about this house that made her have to have it…the view.
By Alexis Harrell5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Man On Earth
The Last Man On Earth “We gotta do it,” Ron is saying. We’re at the beach, sitting on sand, staring at water. How long did it take us to get here? We’ve been wandering endlessly, looking for life. Neither of us knows which ocean this is, if it’s even an ocean at all. A lifeguard chair towers over us; my imagination draws a lifeguard into it. Zinc on nose. Whistle around neck. “Today. Tonight. Waiting isn’t smart.”
By Diana Spechler5 years ago in Fiction
The Man-Made Rapture
The moon never came. The sun remained high in the sky in all its glory, all it’s fiery glory. It’s rays beat down on the Earth like the flaming swords of angels, scorching the land it once nurtured. No trees for the birds to sing in, no seas for the fish to swim, no wind, no rain, only sun. They lost all track of the days, months, years, time and for many even their minds. Ever since the day it had gone, the yin to the suns yang; all balance had been broken. The only thing the people of Earth knew was hell and that those responsible were away in the sky, somewhere out behind the blinding light. Heaven? Perhaps, they once called it Mars but to its new inhabitants it was home. To those who remained, it was irrelevant they knew where they were. No God did this, this was the work of man, the corrupt stink of humankind was all over it and only the innocent knew its stench.
By Loyd Moody 5 years ago in Fiction
Twilight in the Wasteland
The wind whipped around Tozul and he pulled his hood tighter around his mask to keep the dust from his eyes, nose and mouth. The local star was doing its best to pierce the dark cloud cover, but it was never more than a pale twilight on a good day, and mostly darkness the rest of the time.
By James Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
CYCLE
Humanity lost the ability of childbearing, a gift granted to all life on this planet. Cursed with eternal reincarnation, we roam the world in different shells. Those who died returned, emerging from random bodies of water. Always the age of ten, and always as someone else. With memories still intact, we continue to live life with infinite second chances.
By A. W. Knowland5 years ago in Fiction
As The Earth Dies
“Get up!” some one shouted in the distance, “If you don’t get up, I swear to god I’ll leave your sorry can to the deadlings!”. No, the voice was coming from close by. I opened my eyes, wondering how I ended up on the ground. My whole body pulsed as if to say yes. All except for my left arm, it seemed to be fine. My patrol squad were firing at some unseen target. “For the love of all that’s left, GET UP!!”. I hurt so badly, I didn’t think I could blink, let alone stand.
By Lee Garber5 years ago in Fiction
Where the Ashes turn to Snow
Where the ashes turn to snow, he whispered to himself. The mechanic watched the great red line of soldiers march off into the distance, far from the colony’s protective field. He said that he needed help packing their mule, that he would need it fully charged, and that he must leave.
By Brett Bracalenti5 years ago in Fiction
