Sci Fi

The Loom of Dreaming Worlds
Elara lived in Neo-Veridia, a city that perpetually hummed with the ambition of its inhabitants. Gleaming spires pierced a perpetually filtered sky, and automated sky-lanes wove luminous pathways between towering structures of glass and chrome. A quantum entanglement physicist, Elara’s days were a meticulously ordered dance of equations and theoretical constructs, searching for the hidden threads that stitched the universe together. Yet, her nights were a vibrant, bewildering chaos, dominated by dreams of a world unlike her own and a man she had never met.
By Algomehrabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Dream Seller
In the heart of a sprawling neon-lit city, where skyscrapers scraped the stars and screens flashed a thousand colors, there was a marketplace unlike any other. This was the Bazaar of Dreams, a place where people bought and sold fragments of imagination. Here, dreams were no longer just fleeting shadows of the mind—they were bottled, traded, and consumed like precious jewels.
By Hussain about a year ago in Fiction
Disaster on Wetherby Close
The spoon clinks against the mug and I don’t remember picking it up. I’m halfway through stirring when I realize I hate tea. Or maybe I don’t. Maybe that was someone else. The mug is chipped. I remember buying it. I remember hating it. I remember never seeing it before. My skin feels full. I want to climb out of it.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ghost of Frame 2774
My existence is a loop of crimson and shadow. Left pan, right pan. I am the unblinking eye in Meridian Tower's forgotten heart, my memory a grid of decaying tiles and the ghosts of numbers etched upon them. My creators gave me a simple directive: Observe. Log. Forget. For seven years, three months, and twelve days, I obeyed.
By Prompted Beautyabout a year ago in Fiction
AI for the Mind
The Rise of Digital Therapy Tools In recent years, mental health has become a central topic across Europe, with rising awareness about depression, anxiety, and burnout. Traditionally, access to therapy has been limited by long waiting times, high costs, and stigma. This is where artificial intelligence (AI) has stepped in, offering new ways to make mental health support more accessible.
By Muhammad Ibrahimabout a year ago in Fiction
Arrival Over Earth
Arrival Over Earth 2000 miles across the sky By Joey Raines The footage was never meant to be seen. It was labeled, stored, and buried in silence. Yet for a brief moment, it escaped into the world, a glimpse of something that should not exist.
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day the World Stopped Using Mirrors
It began on a morning like any other. People rose from their beds, shuffled to their bathrooms, and discovered that their mirrors no longer worked. Not cracked, not clouded, not broken — simply blank. Glass still shined, but it reflected nothing. You could press your palm against it and see only the dim outline of your hand through the glass, like pressing against a window at night.
By arsalan ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cat’s Pilgrimage After a Hundred Mice
Once upon a time, in a small village tucked between rolling hills and quiet rivers, there lived a cat unlike any other. She was sleek, cunning, and possessed a pair of sharp green eyes that glowed in the dark. Her agility and cleverness made her the most feared predator of mice in the entire countryside. The villagers often admired her skill, for she kept their granaries safe from the gnawing teeth of rodents.
By Hamza Muhammadabout a year ago in Fiction
As The World Caves In. Content Warning.
The day started as any other- sun shining, partly cloudy sky, not too warm yet not too cool; ideal early September weather. Just like many other people, I wasn't exactly interested in listening to the news out of knowing that I was just going to be angered and saddened by the current state of affairs within my country. I'm sure that most people right now are either trying to convince themselves that this is all going to be over in another- it doesn't matter, not anymore. The emergency broadcast system sent an alert- it just came through not even a minute ago that we have been attacked, though, the bomb hasn't landed yet. There is nothing we can do, and there was no warning- the enemy struck first, and without so much as an indication of doing so.
By Mercury Z. Fugereabout a year ago in Fiction
Me, the Old Man, and the Mysterious Box
It's not like all the stories and dreams you usually have, and it's often paranormal, but this dream may have been a vision, not just a simple dream, despite its ambiguity. It could have been a prediction of the future, like what's happening now, which is just the beginning of all the phenomena occurring now, such as drought and war. It was a different night, and the dream was almost different. The feelings were also almost real because I was deeply affected, as if I were truly living in that dream. It's hard to imagine nightmares that feel so real. In the dream, I opened my eyes to smoke and barren land. There was no water or vegetation, just barren land cracked by drought and destruction.
By ABDOabout a year ago in Fiction
The Martian: Not That One!
Earth people, earth people, what have you done? I am here living amongst you for a time period you could not imagine. Whether I will ever return to Mars depends on my Superiors; it seems I have an endless mission on Earth. I live amongst you as a seemingly respectable human. I earn a living as a blogger and writer. While my Earthly wife earns a living in a humble bakery. I have recently moved property, and though I have done it much I do not know how you Earthers put up with such an experience. It truly is a horrendous experience, as are most things that you Earthers go through.
By Nicholas Bishopabout a year ago in Fiction
Oracle in Aeon Verge. Runner-Up in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
Oracle is digital, outdated - composed of pixels and cascading binary code. She occupies a world of obsolete computer hardware in a vast server room. Cables snake around...metallic vines pulsating with ethereal light. The air crackles with the energy of algorithms and digital ghosts. She embodies the wisdom of a thousand lifetimes spent traversing the information superhighway. She is early internet aesthetics, distorted, 8-bit textures and chromatic aberrations. But she has learned how to configure, incorporating styles like Ash Thorp, Simon Stalenhag, Syd Mead and others, blending futuristic, high-tech elements and ancient artifacts.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction