Sci Fi

The Cold Planet
Evidence A: Transcripts from the voice messages of Alex and Claire Sawyer. Alex Sawyer, formerly a artifact scrapper on DP001, had been offered up to work at MC666, one in a series of man-made planets used to mark the boundary of the universe. Alex Sawyer was the last person to try to use the transmission tower, and as such, the correspondence of Alex Sawyer and Claire Sawyer are some of the only first hand accounts of MC666 and its eventual collapse.
By Callum J. Scheiber5 years ago in Fiction
Regarding the Destruction of Planet CB-42
Log No. 9,754,083: Regarding the Destruction of Planet CB-42 Recorded by Agent Leto of the Intergalactic Waste Eradication Committee
By Grace Archer5 years ago in Fiction
A new Human Race
The year had begun with weather changes that some viewed as omens of things to come, rainstorms in dry-land, heatwaves in the north, and winter-like feel in the south, others simply read it as natural planetary changes. Climate change was a constant topic on the news but nothing on the media could have prepared us all; for the Darkest day that lay ahead.
By Claudia Rodriguez5 years ago in Fiction
The Long Dark
He could not see the horizon. He could only see the burning red sky as it laid waste to the evening hours. The top of the giant sun was just visible as it sunk below the western megablock. The black buildings blazed red with fury, like giant fingers grasping at the empty sky.
By Deej5 years ago in Fiction
DARK HEART
Long gone were the days when the human race dreamt of space exploration and expansion. Gone were the days when humankind fantasized about journeying between the other planets and the stars. No sane person now ever thought about terraforming other planets or covering the vast expanses of space with the assistance of antiquated ideas like human hibernation or travelling through wormholes - what childish concepts!
By Richard Essilfie-Bondzie5 years ago in Fiction
The Silo
The first rays of sun excavated the caves and cracks of the golden red canyon upon his arrival. He rolled his motorcycle the final few yards to the bottom of her refurbished metal silo and spotted her on the cylindrical roof. She came down and he showed her the letter and the seal through reams of the barbed wire. In the kitchen, the kettle steamed over her fire, and they watched the smoke on the hazy horizon grow like a sapling through soil. By the time they’d emptied a full kettle of a lone tea bag, there was no mistaking that it was not only growing but getting closer.
By Paul Fey5 years ago in Fiction
The Titans
“Can’t you at least wait until there’s cloud cover?” Tommy asked, his voice softly trembling. “Surely Kyle could survive another day.”
By Keenan Cronyn5 years ago in Fiction
Treasure’s Gain
The world had been silenced for more than 30 years. The silence that had been brought on by the brutality men committed on one another. There was silence that was only broken in moments where others who had survived met in the brutality of the world as it was now. The long past world only seen in clips of the past. kept by those who truly cared about all the past had held. Photographs were one such rarity to possess. One photo was a wealth beyond reason. The fragility of this treasure made it such a rare prize some would die for it. The delicate beauty of a small child smiling in the sunshine frozen forever in time. This beauty would be a treasure no one would let slip through their fingers.
By Heather Westley5 years ago in Fiction
Memory Locket
In the year 2065, New York is nothing but dilapidated buildings and businesses struggling to keep themselves afloat. Rachel, a creative high-schooler and Benny , her big brother, share a tent , in one of these buildings in Harlem.
By Syd Cee5 years ago in Fiction
Awake
“Cyro-Companion” The words neatly labeled in front of me as I rumble and stir from defrosting. I cannot recall any memories, just general knowledge. I know my name, fragments of a partner who I cannot remember, and memories of events with no placement or meaning. The glass casing whizzes until a hydraulic door half opens, then halts in its process and fails. How long have I been here? I lower onto the floor where instantly my legs buckle, and my head hits the bottom of the half open Pod. Ouch! It might be a while until my legs feel ready to move. I didn’t realize the catheter until it tugged in an unfortunate way. I instinctively pull and grasp downward towards my crotch. It’s out, and I’m in a mess now.
By Jason Bond5 years ago in Fiction
Uncle to the New World
Everything went as predicted. The ice caps melted, Antarctica no longer had snow, permafrost thawed, and sea levels rose. Temperatures grew more extreme, as did the weather. The sixth extinction became an undisputable reality. Humanity clung on for a while with all their technology, but soon, they died too. So did their pets. Mostly.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Fiction
Surviving in the Abyss
The cabin was cold, dark, and damp. I sat alone in a thick metal sphere crammed with computer monitors and caressed the heart-shaped locket on my necklace. As I sat alone, my mind wandered, and I thought about how far from home I was in the deep abyss. The computer screens, the only light source, compounded this feeling as they displayed the vast undersea landscape of the deep abyss.
By Chad Pillai5 years ago in Fiction