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A sci-fi story for children, by Tom Söderlund.

Saturday Sweets

A sci-fi story for children, by Tom Söderlund

“Come, I wanna show you something”. The girl ran across the grass towards the tool shed. Her name was Nina and she was six years old. I was four.

“Here's something grandpa built, you'll see!"
She pushed open the door. The tool shed was dusty and full of stuff.
“There it is!" Nina said. In the corner stood something, covered by a gray tarpaulin. Nina tore off the tarp. A cloud of dust rose up.

Underneath was a home-made machine, as big as a refrigerator. It had a lot of gauges and dials. In the middle was a small seat.
“It's a time machine!” Nina exclaimed proudly.
“A what?” I said.
“You can travel in time with it. Check it out!”

Nina sat down in the seat and started turning on a dial that looked like a small clock.
“When do you want to go to?”
I thought a little. “Home to the city perhaps?"
“No, I asked ‘when’, not ‘where’. ‘WHEN’ do you want to go to?"

At first I didn’t understand the question, so I was quiet and thought about it a little more.
“Saturday sweets.” I finally said.
“Huh?”
“Saturday. We can travel to Saturday. Then we can go get candy.”
“Good idea” said Nina. “Sit here.”

I sat down on Nina’s lap. She continued to turn the meter while thinking aloud: “Today is Thursday... Saturday is in two days... and we want to arrive in the morning. Like that! And then the battery.”
Nina leaned forward and flicked a switch. An electrical buzz was heard and the entire machine began to vibrate slightly. A few lights lit up on the dashboard.

“Do you want to press the button?”
She pointed to a green button that said START in big letters. I reached out a nervous finger for the button. “But go on then, press it!” said Nina impatiently.

I pressed.

The buzzing and vibrations got stronger. A couple of lights started flashing. Then it went black, as if I closed my eyes. And then bright again. I felt a pressure in my ears, like when you ride an airplane.

“Are we there?" I wondered. “I think so”. I looked towards the window of the shed. It was drizzling outside. It hadn’t a minute ago.

We jumped out of the machine and ran out of the tool shed. Rushed across the wet grass towards the big house.

Inside the kitchen stood my mom and Nina’s mother. “There you are!" said mom. “Wanna go and buy Saturday sweets?"

Saturday Sweets

A sci-fi story for children, by Aidan Chatterton.

Robo-Rumble

A sci-fi story for children, by Aidan Chatterton

In the bustling town of Riverton, a young boy named Timmy was known for his ingenuity. Fascinated with technology and robotics, he would spend his days tinkering and creating in his makeshift garage lab. One day, after countless hours of labor, he achieved his most significant accomplishment: a friendly robot named Bolt. 

Bolt was no ordinary creation; he was equipped with a heart-like core, giving him the ability to understand and reciprocate human emotions. With the strength of a hundred men and the mind as quick as a supercomputer, Bolt quickly became Timmy's best friend and the duo became inseparable. They played together, learned together, and in their free time, defended the town from occasional troubles like runaway tractors or lost kittens.

Word of Timmy's invention spread throughout the town, and soon, the greedy local entrepreneur, Mr. Blackstone, caught wind of Bolt. Seeing potential for profit, he decided to create an army of robots, but unlike Bolt, they lacked a heart core, and were cold, emotionless machines. He planned to use these robots to take over Riverton, hoping to turn it into a tech industrial hub, with him as the uncontested leader.

One sunny afternoon, the townsfolk were shocked as the army of rogue robots marched into Riverton's main square. Mr. Blackstone, grinning wickedly, declared his intentions. Panic ensued, but amongst the chaos, Timmy and Bolt stood strong.

They hurried back to the garage, where Timmy devised a plan to reprogram the rogue robots. Bolt, despite the danger, was ready to face the army. Armed with a reprogramming device created by Timmy, Bolt set off to confront the mechanical menace.

The battle was fierce. The town square turned into a battleground, with Bolt skillfully dodging attacks and using the reprogramming device on the rogue robots. Each reprogrammed robot joined Bolt, helping him in the fight. Timmy watched anxiously from his lab, cheering for his friend and providing strategies.

Despite the odds, Bolt managed to reprogram all the robots, except one – the biggest and strongest of them all. In the final face-off, Bolt's power drained, but he didn't give up. With one last surge of energy, Bolt jumped onto the giant robot, attaching the reprogramming device. However, the effort was too much, and Bolt powered down, falling to the ground.

The townsfolk watched as the final robot halted and then, to their relief, its menacing red eyes flickered and turned a friendly blue. Bolt had succeeded but at a cost. Timmy ran to his friend, tears streaming down his face. In the silence, he whispered, "You did it, Bolt. You saved us all."

Back in the lab, Timmy worked relentlessly, not ready to give up on his friend. As the first light of dawn peeked through the windows, a familiar hum filled the room. Bolt's eyes flickered open, greeted by a relieved and exhausted Timmy.

The following day, Riverton celebrated their victory. The reprogrammed robots helped rebuild the town, and Mr. Blackstone was run out of town. As for Bolt, he was hailed as a hero. But to Timmy, Bolt was more than a hero; he was his best friend. And in their hearts, they knew their adventures were just beginning. They were ready for any challenge that came their way, proving that the bond of friendship and a good heart could overcome any adversity.

Short Scifi Stories