literature

Science fiction's most popular literary writers from Isaac Asimov to Stephen King and Frank Herbert, and the rising stars of today.

Waking Nightmare
There was the most blank expression upon his face. Jaw slack but lips still closed, he stared off at a distant spot. Chief of Police, Urie Havoc, waved his hand in front of the male's face in an attempt to bring him around, but there was no response. Resting his hand back down to hook a finger into his belt, Urie glanced to the other cop in the doorway.
By William Hillson9 years ago in Futurism
Roses
“I’m not fond of fake roses. You want to know why? It’s because they last too long and don’t get much attention, but people keep making them, as if one day they’ll get noticed and cherished by the person who possesses them. Why can’t people just appreciate real roses and stop using fake ones to show beauty to this world? They keep producing them, as if they define the true definition of love, passion, and lust.” The slender male figure turned away from the reader and looked up at the clear blue sky in disgust. “I know what you might think, ‘maybe the fake are for the best, so people can finally appreciate the real, and then people will stop creating the fake.’ But haven’t you ever wondered why people prefer the fake?” Turning back towards you, he looked into your eyes, his ruby red ones peeking at you through his jet black hair, he spoke with irritation in his voice. “How can people cherish the fake more than the real?! Is it because people are too lazy to take care of them? Are people so selfish and ungrateful that they would rather leave a fake unattended than make sure that the real one is safe? Make sure it’s well taken care of and healthy enough to survive?” Turning away again, the pale-skinned male took out a weapon. Not any weapon, but one, of which, the reaper himself would wield. Clenching it tightly in his right hand, he lifted it up to look at it.
By Jay Keshi9 years ago in Futurism
The Jyro and Mystie Series
The Autumn Equinox was a few days ago, even though Autumn usually starts at the end of August up here in Oregon. And by that, I mean the weather dropped early and leaves changed color all too quickly. That's what usually happens up here in Oregon — don't ask me why, because I really don't know.
By Shyra Rodgers9 years ago in Futurism
Annarchy
This is the breaking point. We can’t keep ignoring them anymore. The ‘Mint will no longer be in control. I run though the base.
By Lexus Tackett9 years ago in Futurism
Aila's Witchy Ways
Quiet as a mouse she inched the door open. Three figures draped in black stood in a circle swaying back and forth, chanting in sync, their hands held aloft over a kneeled figure.
By Karly Campbell9 years ago in Futurism
Leaf Pile Adventure
Let's admit it; English isn't everyone's favorite subject. We've all spent hours upon hours on essays and pondering silly questions about books we hated reading, but in the end, we all did it one way or another.
By Lavon Swygert9 years ago in Futurism
The Nightmare/the Dream
THE NIGHTMARE January 2020 Dear 2017 Edyn, Greetings! I am writing you from the future. In three years you’ve accomplished so much! You were accepted to graduate school in San Francisco, your dream program, and was miraculously able to afford it. I graduated last May and was immediately offered a position at a local LGBTQ+ youth center in the heart of downtown. The money isn’t great, but you make a living doing something you love. Nanook, as always, is by your side. You’ve made new friends and are finally feeling happy…
By Edyn Schwartz9 years ago in Futurism
Something Strange is Going On
I know this is going to sound crazy; Hell, I hardly believe it myself, but it happened. After so many failed attempts, it finally happened.
By Lillianna Nightveil9 years ago in Futurism
The Tale of the Monster Hunters, Part 1
Growing up, we were all told stories of monsters, aliens, princes and princesses, witches and wizards. And how they were all defeated by magic, love or by laser guns from a distant planet that the writer thought up probably while on the toilet. The story I’m about to tell you, however, is based on fact. I’ll give you some context first.
By Dana9 years ago in Futurism
Listening To The Footsteps
Victoria hated 2:00 AM ever since she moved into her new apartment. Well, more accurately, she hated it for about a month now.
By Deirdre Jackson-Head9 years ago in Futurism
The War with a Sole Survivor
I’ve been training for this day my entire life. The day my combat training comes into play and I have to invade the Ovum Regno. The Ovum Regno is by far the most dangerous place our army knows of. Millions of us set out to find it a month, and only a few hundred make it there. Yet, even of those few hundred, we are told from the beginning that only one will be chosen to enter.
By Toy Caulder9 years ago in Futurism
Alex The Inventor - Chapter 3
Chapters 1 to 2 can be read at: Deep Sky Stories Chapter 3 - A Recurring Dream The dream began as one full of beauty and hope. It was the twilight before dawn and the sky was soft, deep velvet blue. The boy felt all weight fall away from him as he ran across his back yard. The tall grasses were damp and cool against his legs and he breathed calmly, deeply.
By G.F. Brynn9 years ago in Futurism