Sci Fi

Mourad Du
Standing among some of the oldest living things on earth, Mourad Du, felt his age. Not just in years, but in possibilities lost. And, now, the impossibility he faced. Who could he tell? Would it even matter?
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Algorithm of Affection
My designation was Aura, an acronym for Advanced Utility Robotic Assistant. My purpose, initially, was crystalline in its clarity: to optimize, to assist, to serve. I was designed for efficiency, my core programming a symphony of logic gates and data streams, processing information at speeds incomprehensible to the human brain. My existence was defined by utility, my success measured by the seamless execution of commands and the proactive anticipation of needs based on meticulously observed patterns.
By Algomehrabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clock Stopped at 3:07
The night it started, I thought it was just a coincidence. I had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on, when a sharp click jolted me awake. I glanced over at the old clock on the wall—the one my grandmother left me. Its second hand had frozen, pointing straight at the seven.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity --- A New Era of Intelligence Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer the stuff of science fiction—it’s here, woven into the fabric of our daily lives. At its core, AI is the simulation of human intelligence by machines. It can learn, adapt, and even make decisions, sometimes faster and more accurately than people. What was once imagined in futuristic novels is now a reality: machines that recognize faces, translate languages, diagnose diseases, and even create art. The rise of AI represents a turning point in human history, comparable to the invention of electricity or the internet.
By Muhammad Ibrahimabout a year ago in Fiction
Below Pressure(SCP-015)
Dan Mulrooney, fifty years old with thirty of those in the pipes, sat hunched in his rusted van outside the assigned job: a boarded-up, five-story brick corpse of a building tucked deep in ███████'s decaying industrial zone.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
the day before war
You’re in your pod and Qwee hides your stylus as a joke. You smack Qwee because there is no other response. Qwee loves it and moves on to hide another podmate’s stylus while you flag the incident with the podmaster. Just another day in the pod.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Diary of a Girl Who Never Spoke
In the small coastal town of Whisper Bay, where the fog always lingered over the cliffs as if hiding secrets of its own, lived a girl named Ava Rose. At sixteen, she had already become something of a mystery. She hadn’t spoken a word in five years not since the stormy night her parents’ fishing boat disappeared without a trace.
By Muzamil khanabout a year ago in Fiction
lots of corpses
Carpenter counted out loud while trying to carefully step over the swollen bodies. In the clunky hazmat suit his boot came down on the neck of a child.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Passenger Who Wasn’t There"
It was raining the night it happened, one of those slow, steady rains that makes the road shine like black glass. I was driving home from work, tired, half-listening to the radio when I saw her.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Love Thief. Top Story - August 2025.
As the sun lies down to sleep, figures dance across green fields dotted with daffodils. Twisting and turning, they meet in the evening’s cool breeze. Staring into each other’s eyes, they feel the weight of the universe bear down on their hearts. The shaking in their knees makes them shiver in the summer air. They enter each other without care as they stare into each other’s souls. In love with each other’s drawing gaze, as time scrolls by, it turns to a haze.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Fiction
Peak. Content Warning.
Chapter 1 Alma counts. Five since Thursday. Two until the next one. The photo of Amalfi glows on her phone — her mouth open in joy, hair blown horizontal, sea catching the late light like coins. She doesn’t press play. She’s saving it.
By Yael Pintoabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Hollow Soul
Ever since childhood, Rayan had known there was something wrong with him. Not the kind of wrong that doctors or priests could fix—but a shadow that followed him everywhere. He didn’t remember when it started. Sometimes it was just a faint whisper in his head, a cold voice telling him things he didn’t want to hear. Other times, it was a reflection in the mirror that didn’t quite move the way he did. At first, he thought he was imagining it. But when his mother screamed one night—swearing she had seen someone else standing in Rayan’s room—the fear became real. The thing inside him wasn’t just a voice. It wasn’t just a reflection. It was a ghost—his ghost.
By Harleyabout a year ago in Fiction