Sci Fi
“Came Back Like a Slow Voice on a Wave of Phase”
“Came Back Like a Slow Voice on a Wave of Phase” Celestial Date: RL.8-25.32 ENTRY 153,867.159 We have been traveling through the vastness of this unknown space for who knows how long now. All I know is that out of the 1.2 million of us that boarded this vessels in hopes of finding a habitable place for us to start anew, fewer than 100,000 of us remain. We were all forced to abandon our home planet out of necessity, our resources were depleted, our planet was overheating, nothing would grow, and the storms...the storms had become unbearable. Sometimes they would go on for months on end. We knew our time was up there so we came to the conclusion that we needed to look for a new planet.
By Brent Harris5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Of It All
It seemed a good idea at the time- to determine how long we actually had -and when all the greatest scientists, politicians, lawyers and religions from all over the planet came to a unanimous decision to do something about the end of the world for the first time in any planets death, it did spark a primal hope that was easy to get behind.
By Talyn Hohneke5 years ago in Fiction
Perfect Irony
A cracked echo of what the world used to be. Chaos reigns. Anarchy rages. If you manage to survive the rubble and savagery, you only have so long until the Delegates find you. An overpowering, totalitarian force cleansing its way through any remains of sanity. Any impurity or imperfection is eviscerated from the remains of Earth’s feeble surface. The few survivors are the strongest and the most valuable. They travel through the night, clinging on to the last scraps of humanity they have left. Fossil fuels were always temporary, but no one listened. Nothing was left, and society was starving and vulnerable to attack, that’s exactly what happened. God’s cruel hand smote down upon the people of Earth and left them with no way to get back up again. The Delegates only enforced the word of the divine tyrant, but there was no turning back now. Some try to save the remnants, but they’re barely worth saving anymore.
By Fraser Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
Trees Swallowed the World
Grandma dreamed the trees would swallow her, so she slept in the attic. That’s what we called it, Grandma’s room. It was a metal box, caught up in the middle of the canopy, caged in by twisting branches. It used to be a mobile lab, a long time ago, before the Growing. We could tell because there were still a handful of beakers and test tubes that hadn’t broken. We just used them as cups.
By Umbrella Jack5 years ago in Fiction
To See The Sun
The perpetual darkness knew no end as the withering willows passed by in hazy blurs. Beautiful unending black that swallowed the features of the surrounding area, there was no way to tell in what direction lied solace. For there was no guide, nor help to be given. Boots hit the ground with misguided steps, each turn was met with the sounds of pain or discomfort as they tried to run deeper and deeper into the shadows. Slowly, the steps began to dissipate and before long they turned into a lumbering trudge through the grimy umbral wasteland.
By Micah Newsome5 years ago in Fiction
Cherry Blossoms
Ash lined the sidewalk like snow. Cass could remember a time when there was snow. It had been cold and clean and fluttered in the wind, caught on eyelashes and the branches of the trees that lined the driveway. After the snow had been the thaw, where rivulets of clean, cold water had formed snaking lines down the grass like a tree’s roots when it was pulled up, exposing the dark earth clumped into them. After the thaw came spring, the cherry blossoms would bloom down the lane. When the blossoms detached, blowing in the wind to coat the ground like the snow had in piles and drifts down the lane, Cass had always known that’s when it would be time to leave.
By Tessa Miskovsky5 years ago in Fiction
Emergence
I had heard about the Wars. That they were the reason so many people were starving, and the world was burning. This was not my experience though. I had lived my entire life inside the military base where my parents served as high-ranking members of the Global Military echelon. My friends and I were insulated from the world outside, with everything provided for us...food, water, housing, even a Commons where we could play and spend time together. What very little we heard about the outside world as it exists now was easily akin to a scary story told for the thrill and novelty of it. That was, until today. Today, I was ripped from that comfortable chrysalis into the horrible reality of the world outside.
By Rachel Taylor5 years ago in Fiction
The Genius
Martin trundled the old Transit van through the township. There was a rattle above him as the boots of some poor decrepit corpses hung across the street, bounced along the roof of the cabin. He stuck his head out of the window and caught sight of the familiar crest of the Luddi People’s Republic. Martin tutted loudly, and shaking his head pontificated to no-one, “Well, that’s what you get…seceding from the web. What a bunch of cunts.” He spat a great globule of oily spittle out of the window, hacking afterwards, the remnants of the ant mother burrito still churning around his mouth since lunch, soaking into his beard. He wiped his face, rubbing his hand on the leather tactical waistcoat.
By Jonathan Heath5 years ago in Fiction
Video Killed the Radio Star
It was eleven when I climb the stairs to the tiny Montreal apartment my mother shared with my aunt. “I’m not too late?” I ask Obasan. She hesitates, shakes her head no. Not too late. My mother sits by the window, her slim build and erect posture accentuated by her sleeveless summer dress. She turns and smiles.
By Heidi Tabata5 years ago in Fiction
