Sci Fi
The Invasion
Their faces. All you had to do was look at their faces to see that they had taken the vaccine. They had that blank stare of a person who drank fluoride laced water for their entire life. They would smile and have small talk with their neighbors, sitting down in front of the TV to zone out mindlessly every night for hours; shells of the humans they had been before it all had gone to hell in a hand basket.
By Acacia Lawson5 years ago in Fiction
The Reversal
I am Ryan. I am writing this before I become too young to do it. See, mental faculties would not be affected by the reversal at first. If anything they would be improved, experiences and notions and memories now carving their way into younger brain cells, supple and thirsty like sea sponges. I am as wise as you might expect from someone my venerable age, 159. But the physical faculties, oh well, those would follow the biological clock to the minute since the moment the needle entered your arm, just in reverse. If you are a 5R-year-old, as I am, it won’t be long before you lose the ability to write. It’s not that you’ll forget; your hand will just not know how to coordinate its thirty-plus muscles into the holding of a pen, and eventually you’ll go back to scribbles and doodles, squiggling in your high chair to grab the pencil in front of you. By that time, the neural scaffolding supporting your thoughts and intentions will be a quarter of its original size and will be faltering and crumbling under the weight of too many firing synapses, mercifully returning you to its original blank slate. It is the most humiliating thing, I was told by those younger than me, and those final years are the ones everyone fears the most. But you know, by now I have seen so many people die helplessly wrapped in swaddling clothes --- not only family and friends but movie stars, presidents, and dictators --- that I don’t feel any fear or self-pity anymore.
By Serafina Spedetti5 years ago in Fiction
At Fault
I never should've opened the locket. I thought I could handle it, I thought- ...hell, I don't know what I thought. I definitely wasn't thinking I'd cause the end of the world. People keep telling me not to blame myself, saying I couldn't have known... I don't think I could've stopped myself even if I had known.
By Emily Bauer5 years ago in Fiction
HIGHRISE SKYLINE
The battered motor struggled to carry a rusted boat and its passenger over the outskirts of what used to be Fort Lauderdale, a concrete swamp abandoned by the corporate conglomerate that once governed it after pushing the federal government out of the southeastern states, the US losing around half their now perpetually contested land in identical fashion. The rest of south and central Florida generally suffered a similar fate as the Atlantic Ocean continued to devour the state, driving away corporate interest. Still, first counts for something, capable of withstanding the cloud of toxic spores engulfing the dilapidated ruins, mutated alligators densely populate nearly every block. The traveler locks his gaze on 4 solar-powered air boats buzzing north into the decrepit city, each carrying a duo of Riptide reclamation officers, every one of them equipped appropriately, breathable Nanokevlar armor leading up to a lightweight, corporate-grade alloy filtration helmet, the dome outfitted with a heads up display detailing vitals and environmental info, everything marked with their signature tsunami logo. The traveler’s helmet was nearly opaque from condensation. He’ll be lucky to make it through without heat stroke. A functional A/C is typically standard in even the cheapest filtration units, popular after 2064 saw the climate’s true point of no return. Unfortunately, the edentate merchant in Orlando failed to supply or mention this basic component before charging full price and vanishing promptly.
By Chris Conway5 years ago in Fiction
Paradisum
The wail of sirens and the hum of the drones hovering overhead made Helena run with more urgency. Her hair was flapping behind her as she sprinted blindly through the ruined remnants of the high-rise building, the crunch of glass and showers of dust accompanying her frantic footfalls. The rhythmic pounding of her dogged pursuers kept Helena moving forwards, even though her chest burned with the intensity of a thousand suns and she was becoming increasingly dizzy as fatigue began to set in. It was just pure adrenalin and instinct she had honed over a lifetime of living on the fridge of society that kept her going now.
By Ian Thornburrow-Dobson5 years ago in Fiction
Darl Gainsberry And The Last Hope For The Peet People
Darl Gainsberry looked at his heart-shaped locket, kissed it, clinched it, said a silent prayer to be reunited to his fiancé, and tucked it back under his shirt. If he want to get back home he will have to help the Peet people rid of the savage tribe and their evil wards who threaten the Peet’s very existence. The answer for him to go home and to defeat Peet’s enemies are the power crystals found deep in the planet. These crystals can be crafted into anything imaginable and provide power to accomplish much.
By Benjamin Marsh5 years ago in Fiction
Chance & Choice
Pablo was always awake before his alarm went off. It was a habit long burned into his mind; a side effect of when his wife worked night shifts and he didn’t want the alarm to wake her when he got up for work. Every morning, just before he rolled over, he wondered if she was still asleep.
By Spike Nesbit5 years ago in Fiction
The Bridger
“I am the Bridger. I keep the Bridge.” These are usually the first words anyone hears from me. They are in fact my essential truth. The Bridge is my home, my work, my life. I guard it. I maintain it. I manage it. Any threat to the Bridge, I deal with it. The Bridge is everything. Without me, the Bridge will fail. Without the Bridge, I would fail.
By Steven Test5 years ago in Fiction
A New World
Death. There’s not much life in this world anymore. I struggle to keep the life in this cave I reside in to stay. This world has hardly any food or water left, it's like one big desert. Life is dying every single hour. I haven’t seen any humans in a little over 9 years, just animals. Animals have slowly evolved into new creatures. Some would say the world was taken over by aliens, but I know the truth, I was there.
By Alijah Wrycza5 years ago in Fiction
