Sci Fi
Oh, Arthur
After the sounds of roaring thunder had waned, Mary woke up below a heap of rubbles. How long had she been passed out? She hurt all over her body; she placed her hand on her chest. There was a burning. She looked down; the heart-shaped locket her younger brother had given her for her birthday was stuck in her chest, right above her heart.
By Catharina E Santasilia5 years ago in Fiction
World War III
It started off peaceful. When thinking of an alien invasion, you would think of bloodshed and extraterrestrial creatures. Lysons were not that, they were human-like and most surprisingly very peaceful. They asked for permission to inhabit our planet, as theirs were completely destroyed to unexplained environmental issues.
By Tontionna Taylor5 years ago in Fiction
Tarnished Hope
There was a brief moment that we shared eye contact. I know she felt the same thing I did. There was a glimmer of a smile, on both our faces. Then the train stopped, and she jolted as though just realizing it was her stop. She jumped up and threw on her backpack, pressing forward quickly through the closing doors, with just a second to glance at me, still smiling. Something was on the seat she vacated, a heart-shaped locket. It looked worn and handed down. I rushed over to grab it before anyone else might. When I touched it, my hand seemed to tingle. What a weird yet good feeling this moment was. Here I was bleak but now hopeful. I was sure I would see her on the train again.
By JJ Jorgensen5 years ago in Fiction
Matched
Ava has decided to give her Guardian a hard time. When she woke up this morning in her bunk to find her stupid Locket glowing red, she immediately felt the urge to run. Of course, running options are limited when you live on an enclosed thirty-three acres with roughly forty thousand other people. There’s the track that runs the perimeter of Campus, but that’s not the kind of running Ava was after. When she looked at the soft red gleam of the heart-shaped interface implanted on the inside of her wrist, she didn’t just have the urge for a quick jog—she had the urge to fully scale one of the towering walls surrounding Campus and to sprint away into the vast, dark wilderness.
By Kate Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
2032: The Costs of Liberty
2032: The Costs of Liberty By Will Jorgenson Today I celebrate my 50th birthday, on July 12, 2032, alone in the wilderness of what use to be known as northern Saskatchewan, Canada, but is now part of the U.C.R.S.R. The only reminder of the life I once lived is a silver heart shaped locket with a picture of My Wife, Our Two Daughters and Me. Staring at their beautiful faces fills my heart with despair and longing for what once was, but will never be again.
By Will Jorgenson 5 years ago in Fiction
The Critic
Things have been pretty good for me since the aliens named me an Ambassador of Aesthetics for the human race. The gallarians invaded at the end of a big year for my career. Between the biennial buzz and the Kanye cosign, I was beginning to make the leap from critical darling to household name, and people were talking about my "meteoric ascent" right up until the first ship landed and rendered such phrases passé (we know now that descents bring far more change.)
By David Schaefer5 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Future
Stolen Future "Did you lock the truck?" "No, didn't you? What's the worry? Whoever's coming is in too much of a hurry anyhow." Benny leaned up on the limestone bluff overlooking Wind Valley and squinted up at her. Serena reached for her blouse and slipped into it.
By Stephen Vernarelli5 years ago in Fiction
Pretend It's Just Another Day
I couldn't tell you when the explosions started. Sometimes I count the sounds of them at night, as if they're fireworks from that bygone age when loud noise wasn't the coming of some threat to our shores. At night, each bomb blast ignites the sky with fire, but so far they are just warning shots—the sign to tell us that the invaders are out there and that they know they can come to us any time as if there's an outstanding invitation.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
Before the universe dies. Top Story - June 2021.
“Do you think they’ll find us in time?” She blurts the words out as if she’d been holding them for hours. They’d been walking in silence for the past few kilometres, and he’d heard her stifle, swear and snort quite a few times behind him. He knew she had something on her mind. But the question still sounded strange. Unreal.
By Clemence Maurer5 years ago in Fiction
