science fiction
The bridge between imagination and technological advancement, where the dreamer’s vision predicts change, and foreshadows a futuristic reality. Science fiction has the ability to become “science reality”.
The Best Novel You Likely Never Heard Of
Right, it's not one of my mine. And I do this every few years — blog about a novel that's not only one of the best you likely never heard of, but, for what it's worth, is one of the best I've ever read. I guess I should also mention that the novel is science fiction — which means, it's not competing with Austen or Dickens or Tolstoy or Hemingway.
By Paul Levinson9 years ago in Futurism
A Lunch Meeting With Death
Death was late again for lunch. Or, it had already happened for him. Skipping as he did along time like it was an elastic band stretching and contracting to his amused will. He laughed at the linear chains, the straight lines, the inability to flow backwards, and the constant of decomposition.
By Nicholas Anthony9 years ago in Futurism
Most Realistic Alien Species in Sci-Fi
It doesn't take much to see how scientific discoveries have inspired sci-fi authors to create new worlds. Many famous science fiction authors wondered what life would be like on another planet after seeing the lunar landing. Others gained inspiration from seeing robots being made. Even more may have wondered what kind of biology aliens would have—and how it'd interact with ours.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart9 years ago in Futurism
Eudon
Those warm depths glow beneath the ancient sun, pouring dapples through the thick currents and over the rich crimson seabed. Ochre tides of shifting life hung above the darkness, dancing like flecks of rusty jewel. Poor living things, all mourning the blood in their veins as the boiling ocean turned them like a great vat of ziti. Breathing things, bubble-touchers that clung to the traces of oxygen with desperate gills and restless frills. The young planet churned about herself, heaving with early yawns and unfurling pregnancy.
By Eliander Black9 years ago in Futurism
Dawn of the Dugongs
I was in the field that morning I do remember, and my mother called from the open foyer, telling me that breakfast was ready. I always liked to leave the house earlier to prepare myself for the work of the day. When I was younger, my dad would get up in the earliest hour of the mornings to ready the horses for work. Ever since the accident, however, I found myself taking up the slack of the rope he had been forced to let slip.
By Eliander Black9 years ago in Futurism
