A sci fi story I wrote

I had to write a short story in my sci-fi class last semester I dunno, no body is posting anything so I might as well post this. It may be a little weird to some.


“Excuse me, Miss?” inquired the flight attendant in a calm, professional voice. Although, there was something strange about her, her face was abnormally thin, and she was outrageously tall for a woman of her decent. She was dressed in the standard uniform; a white, velvet, dress with a blue, bold stripe across the chest. Her golden hair dangled around her face as she leaned toward the passenger. Her large blue eyes scanned the woman left and right. “Excuse me?” She questioned, her voice gradually raised. She then glanced over at the woman she was trying to speak to. She was asleep. The curious attendant then tapped the sleeping woman lightly on the shoulder. “Excuse me Miss…” this time it was a whisper.

The woman slightly opened her eyes; she looked around for a minute and realized that the flight attendant was trying to get her attention.

“Yes?” she muttered, as she sat fixing her messy, dark hair.

“We will be landing soon, about 60 minutes to be exact.”

“Thank you for informing me.”

“It’s my job Miss; please remember if anything were to go wrong, within your seat is a case of “somnio capsules.”

“Thank you.”

“Although, I assure you, technology never fails these days. It seems as though a clear and steady landing is ahead of us.” She nodded, then turned to the next passenger and said the exact same thing.

There was an old man sitting beside her, he looked about 78 years of age, he had thick, white hair protruding from his wide, heavy forehead. He stared at her, his eyes were dark, and very deep. Wrinkles consumed his face, his expression was undefinable.

“Somnio capsules, eh? I have heard those dammed pills make you go brain dead. I heard they give em' to you before you kick off. Then again, who wants to feel themselves dying? Shit, I know when it’s my time, I’m taking three.”

The woman was silent. She sat there, thinking. She began to bite her lip, something about this man frightened her. Her top teeth scraped violently against the plump of warm flesh beneath them.

“They give ‘em to the soldiers.... You know..... The ones on the moon, I guess they said something about them taken em' if they feel as though they are guaranteed to be defeated. I think that is a load of bull. Everyone knows those damned Russians don’t stand a chance. I've also heard they've been testing them on people. I guess.. sooner or later they're going to start using them in hospitals.” He looked at her anxiously, inching forward in his seat. Tense.

“Listen sir, I have a terrible headache. I think I’m going to shut my eyes.” Blood sprinkled down her chin.

The Old Man shrugged, releasing his tension. “People these days.” He looked the other way but continued to talk. However, the woman was no longer listening. She sat. Nervously thinking about what the old man had just said.

“Why would they inform us about these pills?” She thought to herself. “It's like they want us to be prepared for some sort of devastation. I've never really heard of these 'somnio capsules' before...” She let out a deep, sorrowful sigh. “I just want to get home, this whole vacation has been a complete disaster.” Suddenly, the plane began to shake ruthlessly back and forth, up and down, over and over. It took a minute for people to panic. Then, all of a sudden the passengers were screaming like wild animals. Each and every one of them acting as if they were caged test monkeys being injected with a powerful drug. The plane's shakes brought people back and forth, up and down in their seats, over and over. Then, the plane started to nose dive through the clouds. The woman curiously looked out the window to see how far the plane was dropping. However, all she could see was the white, peaceful, mist of the passing clouds as the plane descended through the blue sky.

“We are going to die! It's over! Shit, it's really over!” Shrieked the people sitting behind her. The woman looked back, she was terrified by the sight of them, their horrified faces stretched grotesquely with every piercing scream. A few seconds later, three loud beeps sounded over the microphone. Each beep was like a paper cut to the eardrum of each and every passenger. Including the woman gazing through the window, she tried to block out the screams of the other passengers, but she just couldn't shake them. Reality was finally setting in for her.

“Attention! Attention all Passengers! We are experiencing a technical malfunction. The computers have...” There was a short pause.“...Shut down. In approximately 2 minutes and 41 seconds... this plane will...” He stopped. “This plane will crash.” The minute the captains voice could no longer be heard each of the seats made a light clicking sound. From the back of all the seats a metal, robotic arm slowly protruded, in the arm; a small orange bottle labeled “Somnio Lab 8900*.” As the arms inched closer to the passengers the speakers overhead began to play Johann Strausse's orchestrated master piece, “The Blue Danube.” Everything was in perfect harmony, as if it was synchronized ever so perfectly. The passengers were entranced by the sight, the sound of the mind altering strings blaring above them. Then each passenger, (not counting the woman by the window, she was entranced by something else,) reached forward to the robotic hand and grabbed the tiny orange bottle. Popped the cap, and poured the small blue capsules into the palms of their sweaty, soft hands. The woman then looked over at the old man as he poured three into his. Her eyes began to water, weightless tears drizzled down her blushed face. She was crying because she knew death was upon her, and everyone else. She ignored the robotic hand, she looked out the window once more, for a quick second and saw the ground coming closer, closer, closer. Her body and mind were relaxed, together they floated through the heavenly skies. Then she turned her head once more, the old man hesitated. They both looked around as they saw all the other passengers shove the blue pills down their coarse, disgusting, throats. Eyes began to roll to the back of each persons head, people were foaming at the mouth, spitting as their soul-less bodies convulsed with every sharp note of the Danube's erratic sounding. The old man's rough, cracked hands let go of the pills and let them spill to the floor. He looked up at the woman, who was smiling contently at him. She put her hand face up on the shared arm of the connected seats. He glanced at her hand, then back up at her face. He then placed his aged, rough hand over hers. Together they shut their eyes, clutched their hands, and took their last deep breath.

Ok I finally read your story skye and I'm disapointed............ How can u not say what happened next!!!!!!! I want to know!!! It's like started a movie that has 3 sequels!!!!

yeah skye - for some reason I haven't seen this thread until now so can you please post the next part I want to know what those somnio capsules are!

~firegremlin~

Lol well thats the end, its a short story.. and you have to really think about the concept. And like I said, it's pretty abstract. Thanks for reading it.

I really enjoyed your story Skye. You should go into writing (unless you go into computer art!)

SmashedBrother wrote:

I really enjoyed your story Skye. You should go into writing (unless you go into computer art!)

Thanks a lot smashed! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I don't think I could ever go into writing though.. it's too much work.

Desolate_Melody wrote:

SmashedBrother wrote:

I really enjoyed your story Skye. You should go into writing (unless you go into computer art!)

Thanks a lot smashed! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I don't think I could ever go into writing though.. it's too much work.

Yeah, but it's fun!

I was with a homeschool group that made a magazine (sort off. It was almost totally inside the group but it was still fun. The magazine group fell apart a while back ) I usually did jokes, but they were doing a story where everyone took a turn writing a chapter. I'd like to think I did pretty well...maybe I'll post my part on the Brotherhood sometime...

cool SF story skye!

Thanks so much Pugs! i got an A- on it, but only because it wasn't long enough.

Desolate_Melody wrote:

Thanks so much Pugs! i got an A- on it, but only because it wasn't long enough.

that's a great grade! maybe you should have gone into detail about the woman's holiday/vacation and also I didn't get this bit "Then each passenger, (not counting the woman by the window, she was entranced by something else,) reached forward to the robotic hand and grabbed the tiny orange bottle."
what was she entranced by?
~firegremlin~