Syzygy Stories

Syzygy Stories

Dark science fiction stories inspired by scientific discoveries. 

  • Syzygy Stories
    Published about a year ago
    Phobia (Pt. 3)

    Phobia (Pt. 3)

    I entered the cold laboratory at 8:05 AM. I hate when I’m late for something. Just an idiosyncrasy I have. I was given a key to the lab yesterday. Not sure why. Only meet Dr. Hadley yesterday. Still unsure about the guy. Whatever, I am getting paid. I see Dr. Hadley sitting in his office. I’m pretty sure he slept in his clothes again. I knock on the open door to his office. Hoping not to startle him but it didn’t work.
  • Syzygy Stories
    Published about a year ago
    Phobia Pt. 2

    Phobia Pt. 2

    There’s a cacophony of lights swirling around my head. Vibrant pigments dancing in the night sky. Each one erratically jumping from one space to another like a psychotic gnat. Each one more iridescent than the next one against the gloom of the sky. They are accompanied by old-timey carnival music, each note carefully choreographed for the movement of the lights. A large concentration of lights is focused around a singular red and white tent all alone in the middle of this field. The grim backdrop of broad trees stalk behind the illuminated tent. It reminded me of a giant spotlight. Almost like Batman was going to come out of the tent at any moment. You can tell the high top is old given the dingy yellowing of the white sections. I felt a sense of joy and comfort reminding me of my childhood days. Not having a care in the world. Well… it didn’t last long.
  • Syzygy Stories
    Published about a year ago
    Phobia (Pt. 1)

    Phobia (Pt. 1)

    I’ve had it since I was child. I never knew why or where I had gotten it, but it has drastically impacted my way of looking at people. My parents don’t have it. My brother had it for a while then got rid of it. Yet, I still have the burden of living with it. My parents are confused as to how I acquired it. I wasn’t born with it, but it instead developed when I got older. It has festered within me. Intensifying with every new experience associated with it. Digging its claws deeper and deeper as I get older. I recently learned that a lot of people have it. It makes me feel a little better, but I fear I may never get rid of it. Many people became disabled because of it. I have this uneasiness that many people make fun of me because of this. I want to be strong, but my cowardice is evident when it comes out. What is it that you ask? My anxiety driven, uneasiness psyche, persistent jitters, unforgiving phobia of clowns. Yes, I am a sufferer of coulrophobia.
  • Syzygy Stories
    Published 2 years ago
    Eradicate - Part 1

    Eradicate - Part 1

    The body was not disturbed for what looked like a week. The fingers and arms appeared black while oozing an orange fluid. Preliminary observations suggest a male in his mid to upper 50s. There appears to be lacerations in the abdominal region suggestive of an animal attack. Makes sense based on his clothing and the nature of where he was found, rural Idaho. The appendages feel like jelly and begin to tear, revealing more of the orange fluid along with a black discharge mixed in. Collection of the discharge was taken for further analysis. Interesting how the consistency of the body feels. Like that of a sea slug when touched in a tide pool. The soft slimy texture of the skin was otherworldly. As if he was inside of an animal’s stomach and then regurgitated. Notable as well is the smell of the individual, different from other bodies in this condition. The smell represents a combination of sourness and sweetness like that of a low-quality men’s cologne.