Sci Fi
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
A metal heart, much like my own
"It's not right, y'know!" The synth's head slowly moves up, looking away from the countertop he was stationed behind and in the process of wiping down for the fifteenth time since the marketplace had opened that morning. Standing on the other side was a man- A human, specifically, and not a particularly healthy one either from what he could gather- assuming his scanning equipment wasn't acting up again.
By Maxwell kattermann5 years ago in Fiction
