Category Archives: Futuristic Fiction

Vincent Vance and the Rusted Factory

Vinnie yawned as he rolled over in his sleeping bag.  The light from the window was a square of brightness directly on his face.  He tried to roll the other way, and it didn’t leave.  Further, he rolled, and gravity took hold.  He landed with a thud and squawk, and finally sat up.

He began to run a thin hand through messy blond hair, but stopped midway and blinked before he withdrew his head.  Bleary eyes looked around, barely seeing as he struggled out of bedding he didn’t remember climbing into.

The boy dressed quickly in his usual grungy, oversized clothes, then pulled on his labcoat and goggles.  He grabbed his cell and stared at the painfully bright screen a few minutes.  Saturday.  Butthole of the morning.  He looked at the window and narrowed his eyes at the offending morning light, offended that it filtered right between the iron bars of the old factory office.  With practiced ease, he balled up his sleeping bag and tossed it onto the desk, then walked out of the room. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on September 6, 2014 in Futuristic Fiction


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Let’s Try the New Tech

Maxwell’s eyes opened suddenly.  He looked around.  Everything was dark, and strangers’ voices echoed from another room.  He couldn’t remember when he got into his bed, or when he fell asleep.  He couldn’t see the ceiling above him, nor the blankets that rested heavily on top of him.  Something strong pulled them over his head, and for a moment he felt soft flesh brush against his hand.

The cloth pressed down against his face.  Though Maxwell tried to move, his body refused to move.  He felt a heavy weight in his stomach, and his own stale breath puffed off the blanket and down onto his face before it suddenly lifted, only to rest more heavily against his chest.  The soft cloth quickly grew hot around him, and he could feel sweat gather into large droplets, only to slide down into his hair.

He couldn’t move. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on September 1, 2014 in Futuristic Fiction


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The Starry Man

We met in a bar.  My friends dragged me to the dark building, lit with rustic light bulbs instead of diffused-beam lighting system.  When I asked the bar worker, he said the owner had a stockpile from back when bulbs were viable, and he hated to waste money.

The light from the bulbs was fuzzy, and as my friends dragged me from the bar to a table, I spotted her. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on August 9, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction


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The Very Last

“Captain, we have a transmission that’s coming up from a nearby planet!  The signal is weak, but it’s looping.  If we record it a few times, we could splice the video and audio feed-“

“Make it so.”

The communications officer looked at her commanding officer and nodded, her brows furrowed as she returned her gaze to the console and began to gather the samples required.  As she waited in her comfortable red seat, she tapped one of her red-painted nails against an empty part of the console.  Green eyes gazed listlessly at the reading screen. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on July 30, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction


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The Silent Guard

As I wandered through the maze on my way home, I was having trouble keeping ahead of the patrolling stoneguard.  I clenched my spray bottle of circuit disruptor liquid in my hand, one finger straight out, ready to squeeze down should anything come too close.  Several times, only my reflexes saved me.

One touch– that was all it took– one touch and I would be dead– so dead.  Super dead.  Nobody would ever find me again– that kind of dead.  I took a deep breath as I approached the end of the labyrinth.  The split went four ways– three wide hallways and a simple double-door-sized doorway.  No doors. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on July 23, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction


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Bugmen Attack

The war was old, and we knew our enemies well– perhaps almost as well as they knew us. That’s what the captain said, at least.

They were reptilian bugmen, with a hive mind that they could connect to and disconnect from at its will. Tough leathery skin on the outside, and unnatural organs on the inside made these beasts, and they were deadly, with built in explosive cores, long claws on hands and feet, and sharp teeth. They lacked eyes, but had strange antennae atop their heads. Read the rest of this entry »


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Narcisism Meets Nerd

Always, that lopsided smile on those thick lips, those lazy, happy eyes, and that mess of hair weakened my knees.  Far from the most masculine man, he was certainly a heart-breaker.  If only he wasn’t my son.

He looked nothing like my husband, but his resemblance to his father was also only faint.  Many people said he looked like me.  I always wondered about that.  Did that make me a narcissist instead of an incestual freak?  Not that it mattered.  Even though I hid how I felt, I was not ashamed. Read the rest of this entry »


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