Sci Fi

Let There Be Dark.
Nobody expected the Martians to attack that Sunday afternoon in August. Earth’s Space fleet were vastly better equipped, with their laser cannons and force shields, and positioned strategically all around the red planet as a menacing deterrent. War could surely only mean mutual destruction and even their crazy leader would not go that far. And yet…
By Angel Whelanabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
Season of the Out. Content Warning.
Priscilla always thought adulthood would eventually calm down. Maybe not peaceful, but at least predictable. Instead, her life had turned into a year‑round carnival run by raccoons, children, and whatever cosmic intern was in charge of her fate.
By Syl De'Vila day ago in Fiction
City of Ruin
Tell me about God daddy. We don’t do that anymore dear. Small cloth wrapped feet carried the thin body of a girl over the gritty pavement that ran like a ribbon under the earth of the city. A decade ago it had been a tunnel, carved deep into the earth by men scrambling to keep their lives. Her oversized hooded sweatshirt covered in the colors of stone and shadow swayed lightly as the mouth of the tunnel caught a mouthful of air, alerting her and the hundreds of people loosely clumped together around her that the end would be in sight in moments.
By Briera day ago in Fiction
Aurelius Ascends. Top Story - September 2026.
Aurelius Ascends had spent the best part of fifteen years shifting from a single figment of a dream to a glossy digital image on a one-hundred-inch computer screen, eventually realized by SpaceCorp's head designer, Lisa Scanlon, and put on the drawing board.
By Jonathan Townend2 days ago in Fiction
Future Disguise
How does a dream that’s interpreted as a miracle become a nightmare in reality? A question that Ruemaq had in mind when his eyes shot wide open. His skin was extremely slippery and the bed allowed his body to crease itself into a puddle. Ruemaq rested his hand on his forehead. “What is up with the heat today?!”
By Devond Devoe2 days ago in Fiction
Small Changes
Flying with my sisters offered me the greatest sense of peace and freedom. Serenity in the slipstream as we hunted and gathered for our tribe. As idyllic a life as one could hope for. The climate was temperate, with a glowing yellow sun beaming down on us, lifting our spirits and easing any aches and stiffness in our muscles.
By Paul Stewart4 days ago in Fiction
Bittersweet
This piece was written for the following prompt: Consider the many different ways a person can be haunted: * The haunting of the unfinished conversation — the thing you never said, or the thing that was said to you that can never be unsaid. * The haunting of a person who is still alive. * The haunting of the self you abandoned * The haunting of a place. * The haunting of the body a person used to have — before the illness, the accident, the surgery. * The haunting of the life a woman didn’t choose. * The haunting of inherited trauma. * The haunting of a belief one can no longer hold. * The haunting of joy — the summer you were twenty-two, and everything was possible, the early days of a love before it got complicated. * The haunting of the thing he saw that he cannot unsee — an act of violence, a moment of cruelty.
By Rooney Morgan5 days ago in Fiction
Winter Peaches
The crunch of the snow underfoot always reminded her of childhood. Even in this place. The middle of a crowded street. Walking swiftly to nowhere in particular. She saw the determination on the faces of those she passed. Desperate to get somewhere warm. She felt that same desperation but had no hope of finding solace. There was no warmth waiting for her at home. Because there was no home.
By Raine Fielder5 days ago in Fiction
The Thermocline Vanished in August. By September, the Lake Was Frozen.
I Cayuga Lake in August was supposed to be warm. Not tropical. Not the bathwater warmth of a shallow pond. This was a layered warmth: the top few meters holding summer heat at twenty-five or twenty-six degrees, so that when you jumped in, the water closed around you like a bath left sitting for an hour. Below that, the temperature dropped fast. At ten or fifteen meters, the water was seven or eight degrees, the memory of winter, locked under an invisible barrier that held it down all summer.
By Jin5 days ago in Fiction
Through And Beyond Smoke
If it’s one thing Jyllmon hates, is driving through the road in extreme darkness. To him, it felt like a horror movie where he had no idea what’s to come. It could be a random deer dashing through the streets, or a helpless woman being chased through the woods, or just simply a broken down car.
By Devond Devoe5 days ago in Fiction
Gork and Slarb...Forever?
Gitfangula is a very strange place. As a planet, orbiting between the ancient worlds of Marnus and Minuous, it lives in a particular harmony with its past that many other planets and galaxies would envy and resent…if they ever managed to find it. The thing is…Gitfangula cannot be found by conventional ships that rely on anything besides timegates. This is one of the reasons why Gitfangula has been so peaceful for such a long time. The only conflicts come from within. All citizens of that orb have an instant psychic connection and can immediately detect when things do not seem stable, or if there happens to be a disturbance near one of their portals. But, since these types of disturbances were so rare, no citizen of Gitfangula ever worried about such things. It was clear that any problem within the nation and planetoids nearby were internal. No one could be blamed for the problems they faced in their relationships, their homes, their working lives…
By Kendall Defoe 6 days ago in Fiction
Green Means Evil
The Mother eternally sat still, strong in her essence as time flew by her like she had no time to waste. The Father eternally swirled around her until one day he decided to stop and approach her.
By Devond Devoe6 days ago in Fiction