Short Fiction: Fresh Sci-Fi

The hem of Anna Nixon’s dress elegantly grazed the marble ground as she brushed her blonde curls from her vision. She shrugged the white fur ruff onto her shoulders and allowed a suited man to offer a helping hand as she entered the backseat of the Cadillac Town car. She readjusted her dress and PV badge, inscribed with Promotion of Virtue, and made sure the envelope was next to her before he closed...

       There were no signs of life in downtown San Francisco, except for one man.        As Jimbo strolled down the long, empty streets, he could hear TVs playing automated ads. “Try Jincorp haptics systems, it’s almost like you’re in the game!” One of them blared. A little too much in the game. Thought Jimbo.        There should’ve been someone outside, even on a r...

Lin lay face-down on his bed, trying to remember his wife's name. It snaked around his mind too quickly for his sluggish brain to catch. He figured he should let her know about his discovery: that Fabrications could give massages. He wished he had a Tempered mind that could store names and the like in a database. Now, though, it took too much effort to remember, and there was no way he was interru...

April 21, 2178 1100 hours “Why did I agree to this? This is taking forever. I don’t see why I have to risk my life because she’s alive for now,” Snapper muttered, staring at the gorge, with only a series of stone towers to cross. He honestly thought it was a bad day to head out; it was foggy and unnaturally cold for what their ancestors called spring. But he knew there was no deterrin...

I swung my bag onto the hook on the wall. My nose was a pale red, runny from the cold weather outside, while my toes and fingers felt frostbitten. Although I wore three layers of socks, the cold still managed to somehow penetrate my boots, freezing my feet.  Days like this in the Arctic made me regret my decision of choosing to go on this expedition. Lonely, tired, and regretful perfectly descr...

There was nothing, and yet there was everything. It was so cold, yet very peaceful in a sense. The boy in the leather jacket sunk down, deeper and deeper into the void. There was complete darkness, except for a faint sparkling. It was Sir Day, and the market was bustling with stupid, noisy, rich people in the best way possible. Danny stumbled into a fancy looking gentleman, apologizing, as he slid...

An amethyst sword strikes through the abdomen of a mossy ogre. It howls in pain and falls to the ground before dissolving into white particles, leaving a bag of coins in its absence. A female coated in ivory skin picks up the prize, sheathing her weapon in the scabbard on her hip. She brings the bag to her face, smiles, and puts it in the pocket of her silky, periwinkle coat. Reaching into the fanny p...