literature

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

Stories from the Future
Like many of us earning our way in the "brave new economy," I often struggle to answer the age-old question, "So, what do you do?" in any conventional way.
By Thomas Tortorich5 years ago in Futurism
Roger the Robot Therapy Dog
It was an early afternoon and Roger was late for work again. Marvin said’’Where is Roger?” Meanwhile Roger and Harry were taking one of the ambulances for a joy ride. Roger said’’This is fun!
By Jmjulius15 Jay5 years ago in Futurism
The Story of The Gnome’s Apprentice
They say, "you shouldn’t seek approval”, and sure , it makes sense ... in a robotically logical way. After all, that would be ego-based right?
By Shaun V.5 years ago in Futurism
Is Science Fiction Writing Necessarily Not Serious Literature?
The JASON Project is settled in Ashburn, VA. Its main goal is to move in understudies a deep rooted enthusiasm for learning in science, math, and innovation through involved, certifiable logical revelation. It is named in the soul of the Greek fantasy of Jason and the Argonauts.
By pitey5 years ago in Futurism
The Sea of Roses
The heavy mansion doors swung open and she stepped outside. How did this come to be? She thought silently as her amethyst eyes took in the ocean of her family’s patented roses, a fortune, laid out in front of her. The sight of which seemed more magical than usual.
By Tamara Loertscher5 years ago in Futurism
Enemy Territory
Enemy Territory: Where does it end? John W. Gilmore “I love to watch a sunset, Marriane,” I said. I turned. She wasn’t even watching, she was stooping down placing large, broken branches into the fire one at a time. “You don’t even notice these things anymore, do you?”
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Futurism
Ravensbruck: the Experiments Begin
“Imogen?” The raspiness of Martine’s voice as she whispered was almost inaudible – fear rising in her throat to the point of suffocating her vocal chords. And still, she had no idea where her older sister was. A terrifying reality had befallen them both, and she knew it – she had known it from the moment her mother had subjected them to Heinrich’s gaze. Lurching forward in her bunk, Martine’s eyes frantically tore at the darkness. Where was she? Did they take her again? Will this be the last time? It was a feeling she knew that many of the others in the room with her felt – and often, but this time it belonged to her because it was her sister whose bunk lie empty while all the others – at least those with living occupants, were full.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
Plague of The Apocalypse; from Duality, the End of an Age
Delaehla snorted slightly. She hated this. In fact, she didn’t understand when any of it would ever come to an end. Or if ever. The funny thing about it was the way Jillian busted through her motel door room like time mattered or some shit. It never, ever did.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
Fairy bad Business
The professionally manicured lawn on the corner of Waverly and Longfellow was routinely sprayed down in order to eliminate any weeds or imperfections. The homeowner - a proud, portly man - stood like a jiggly lawn ornament and canvassed his property with great prejudice. He spent each and every weekend seeding, weeding, watering, and landscaping. Everything, as far as his sweaty eyelids allowed him to see, was green.
By Kaitlin Oster5 years ago in Futurism
Logging into the Sea
I found another clue about another cultist, The Octopus. This one patrols the Sea of Crete between Thera and Messara, which is perfect, since I planned to visit Messara to see if the legends are true about the half-man and half-bull creature known as the Minotaur.
By SocrateZ5 years ago in Futurism
Eye on the Sky
Eye on the Sky by Mary Haynes The turtle came by our boat again today, poking his big head up, observing me with wise but sad eyes. I wish I could comprehend his need to communicate with me. Perhaps he saw what happened, why Peter disappeared in the wee hours in the skiff, taking only his sextant.
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Futurism
Prometheus's Quest
On August 17, 1778; during the greatest storm known to man, pirate king, Yosemite Sam went on a voyage to England where they would liberate the city of Townshend. This king was unlike other pirates: he was as fair and just as he could be. On his way to England, he was ambushed by other pirates looking to steal the precious cargo the king carried. The Cargo on the king’s ship, Ol’Luna was 10 enchanted rings. When the power of the rings was combined, they became a dark crystal. If wielded properly and by one worthy the crystal could, transport a user anywhere on earth, give someone a sense for when danger approaches, glimpses of the future, and the ability to temporarily warp reality itself, depending on the will of the user. Or so Miles’s father, Titus, told. Miles’s father was a kind old man who loved his son very much. Growing up Titus told the Story of the dark crystal to his son Miles. Ever since Miles has been inspired to search for the rings. Soon after the story Titus told his son, for the millionth time, the two went on a fishing trip. During their trip heavy storms hit and they both blacked out. When Miles woke up, he was on a deserted island with his father nowhere in sight as he had previously fallen off the boat and into the oceans. Miles searched desperately for his father and came up on a shipwreck. Jack could not make out the name of the ship, so he explored. In the back of the ship jack saw a golden chest and ran to it, needing to see what was inside. At first Miles struggled but soon finished picking the lock and saw 10 blue and black rings glowing.
By Yves Lamothe5 years ago in Futurism