Sci Fi
Bastion 4
Aguilar stands in the rain while his abuelita fumbles with her keys. She is trying to open the security gate that protects her store from nighttime bandits. Aguilar is nine, nearly ten, and short for his age. His flip-flops grow slimy under the torrent and the wetter his underwear becomes, the more it starts to itch. Then the sun emerges from behind the heavy clouds and the rain suddenly stops.
By Mack Devlin5 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of Jenna Jones
Dear Diary, it is day 60 of the year 2241 in this new world order. Once the revolution came to an end the government was overthrown we started living in a lawless world, which is terrifying. I just heard about a massive explosion in what used to be Seattle. Some residual feelings left over from the revolution I guess. Thankfully I don’t think anyone was hurt. We are running out of supplies which means I have to go get some soon. My family is barely holding together. To quote my dad “Jenna, you have to think smart, if something happens to your mother and I you will be on your own and need to know how to survive. Never stay out after dusk and never go out before dawn.” The night time is the worst time because that’s when the monsters the government created to fight the revolution come out. They are like a wolf but they have the bite and killing capacity of a black widow spider. They were made to kill and will not give up if they see you. Basically you are marked until they catch you. They are so stealthy you never know where they will be. Thankfully I have yet to see one. I guess is should turn in for the night. Until next time. Jenna Jones.
By Sarah Chastain5 years ago in Fiction
THREE
Before life turned to hell overnight, kid three had a name, a family, and most of all, a past. Raised in a warehouse with twenty-one other orphans, all were numbered instead of named. The Elders as they called themselves, were rough taskmasters who forced their charges to perform backbreaking tasks to earn their keep. Too traumatized to remember her parents or past, three did her best to survive in a world where a seven-year-old was beaten daily by the older children for a bite of food.
By TERRY DORTCH5 years ago in Fiction
Friends
Purring coaxed her brain to consciousness that morning. Time to feed Thor, her giant Maine Coon. Lana didn’t even glance at him, but he kept purring and followed her to the window. She opened the blinds overlooking the desert she worked on so the light would guide her way to the kitchen where she fed Thor his real food breakfast.
By Kira Mulshine5 years ago in Fiction
The Well
The Well By Walt Allen Sanford knew it was an important job. That doesn't mean it was exciting. That's the thing about lying in wait. It was boring. It was a good day if you didn't have to do anything. Sitting in the blind looking downrange at the well. And hopefully, seeing nothing. That was a good day.
By Walt Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Underwater Mystery
It has been 10 years since the covid pandemic and once again here we are in the middle of another plague, the White Plague. Many people thought this plague was brought on by the covid vaccine and were waiting for people to return as zombies. But no-this plague is nothing like covid. People are disappearing, entering another universe itself and are unable to return. It’s been said that some people are getting caught in black holes trying to get back to their own universe. Over half the population is gone already. The government is obsolete, no one works anymore, the grocery stores have been depleted of all their stock and of course no one is working to stop people from stealing food or to restock or sell the groceries. This plague has taken hold of my mother, little sister, Grandpa George and many other cousins uncles and aunts. My father died just before the plague got worst in a car accident. It has just been me my younger brother Shawn and my old brother Brandon since then. How did this start you may ask; well, I have a theory? In my opinion the common denominator in those that disappeared is fish- I’ve done my research and they all ate fish from this one particular fish farming company. We have all heard about the fish farms, tilapia heck if you watched Seaspiracy you should know most of the fish people eat isn’t real or simply is unsafe to eat. Many people ignored the warnings of activists. I even warned my mother that now was not the time to become a pescatarian because of the fish shortage and risk of eating something far worst. She agreed with me but that didn’t stop her. Lucky for us my father made the choice for us to stop eating fish before he died. It could be a coincidence but that is my theory, either way people are still gone, and we have no idea how to get them back.
By Alexis Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
The Perils of Planets as Playgrounds
It used to be such a pleasant place to visit. I used to go when I needed a diversion. The vegetation, from the smallest watermeal to the tallest sequoia, had such personality, flamboyant really, quite chatty. The animals were generally a rambunctious, creative, and emotive lot; they always made me laugh. The water and rocks collaborated far better than on other planets, even though the water usually won any arguments over time.
By Carolyn Kost5 years ago in Fiction
Internal document
HOLY ORDER Of STATES And TERRITORIES INTERNAL DOCUMENT: All information contained in this document are to be considered TOP SECRET and VITAL TO THE SECURITY AND WELL BEING OF THIS NATION, and are to be held in such regard. DO NOT, under any circumstances, share this information.
By Jeremiah Ward5 years ago in Fiction
