Sci Fi
Escape
The terminal screen gave off a faint glow. Generations of genetic engineering, and that glow was all I needed to see the whole room, though only in shades of grey. That barely mattered. The quarters weren't different from any others. I could have navigated it blind. A bed in the back left; a table, right of the door; some chairs; a dispensary unit built into the wall by the table and the terminal on the right-hand wall. Below the terminal was the body of Resident Judk. She'd been stabbed. Her species' internal fluids had leaked out and dried. The fluids gave off a sweet smell, almost like benzene gas. From behind me, Oues spoke. Their mandibles clicked intermittently.
By K. Rhen Hunt5 years ago in Fiction
Man Unkind
The end of the Holocene age didn’t happen overnight, it was a long torturous process that saw prolonged suffering for humanity and earths wildlife. As we all focused incessantly on leaving our mark on the planet so that future generations would eternalize us, none of us could see the horrific scars and irreversible damage we were actually creating until it was too late.
By Jamie D Morrison5 years ago in Fiction
Clock Record
January 6, 2121 My name is Gloria. I had found this diary not too long ago; around when the world was starting to end. At least it seems this way. I am the last of my family members... and one of the survivors out of eight individuals I have met on my travels to help in finding more. Along with this diary, I had also found tissue papers, a bar of soap, and a checkered hair ribbon- all things that may have belonged to a deceased young woman. The house was abandoned most likely a week ago as we ransacked for leftovers.
By Candis Ruiz5 years ago in Fiction
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
