Sci Fi

The Recipe for Empathy
1. The Inheritance of Impossibilities I became a doctor to fix people, not feel them. Then Grandma Mae died, leaving me her crumbling Brooklyn brownstone and the Codex of Comfort—a cookbook whispering in Gaelic when I touched it.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
after the party
Typically, the killing began around this time. Staff would be silently cleaning up, clearing the tables, floors, walls and rafters of the celebration’s detritus. Then you’d hear excited chitter, then the hum of lancers charging, more chittering, and then skittering as tell-tale bolts of orange flared and the screaming began.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Detail
I sit in my tower looking at the metropolis in the distance. The details melt into the blur that my eyes create. I feel I have been here forever, maybe I have, maybe I have just forgotten.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
*The Whispering Library*
In the quiet corner of a forgotten town stood a library older than memory. Its stone walls were veiled in ivy, its windows perpetually misted, as though the building breathed in secrets and exhaled silence. Most people passed it without a glance. Few dared to enter. But Amina did.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
Who's the real Monster?
Those words left me frozen in place. My mind raced with thoughts of denial; There's no way in Hell I heard that. If I have then I've finally lost it. Better get out now. The same voice spoke again to prevent me from leaving Follow me into the bathroom. Everything in me said run, yet I couldn't move.
By Lucy Torralbaabout a year ago in Fiction
Shore Leave. Winner in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge. Content Warning.
I. Landing Reed stood on the porch and stared out at the view like it was behind glass. The cabin was perched high enough above the fjord to see its whole serpentine length stretching out into the distant horizon. Water like hammered silver. Pine trees lining both banks like a sea of dark velvet. Sunlight poured in low from the west, gold-plating the hills in a way that would have made a photographer weep with joy. A gull cawed overhead. Something rustled through the grass. Somewhere, distant, a dog barked twice and then fell silent.
By Aspen Nobleabout a year ago in Fiction
*The Clockmaker's Promise*
In a quiet town nestled between rolling hills and a slow-moving river, there stood a small shop with a crooked sign that read “Timeless Hands.” Inside, the air was warm and still, filled with the soft, steady rhythm of ticking clocks. Wall clocks, pocket watches, mantel clocks—they all chimed and clicked in quiet harmony, each keeping time in its own way.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
Operation Lassi Spill
It was one of those golden Punjabi afternoons—the kind where the sun hangs warm in the sky, the air smells of cardamom and fresh roti, and every lane in the village hums with celebration. A wedding was in full swing, the biggest the village had seen in years. Banners fluttered above the courtyard, children darted between guests with sticky fingers, and uncles danced with the kind of energy that defied their age.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ghost and the Hack
Thomas Mcoy, no second C, is a name you’ve probably never seen. Maybe you’ve spotted “Tommy M.” buried in the acknowledgments of a bestseller or scrawled on a Starbucks cup while he tapped away on a Chromebook in a corner booth. But you won’t find his name on a book cover.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
Shadows That Remember
In a small, quiet village tucked between ancient, rolling hills, there lived a ten-year-old girl named Nina. She had a head full of wild curls that never stayed still and eyes that sparkled like the morning dew. Her home was a place unlike any other, not because of its cobblestone streets or its wooden cottages, but because of its shadows.
By Muzamil khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Boss Fight at Midnight
The moon was high, a pale coin above the crumbling city skyline, when Alex’s HUD began flashing crimson. BOSS ENCOUNTER INCOMING – 00:03:17
By Haris Raheemabout a year ago in Fiction
Echoes Beyond
The lab lights began to flicker. Daniel tried to unplug the monitor, but the power wouldn’t cut off. On the screen, a progress bar slowly filled: UNLOCKING... 73% Daniel: “Lucy, we have to stop this now.” Lucy: “I… don’t think we can.” She felt a strange pressure in her skull, as if someone was pushing from inside her head. The blue hallway appeared again, but this time the door at the end was slowly opening. From behind it poured a black light—not total darkness, but a living darkness. From within that void, a shape began to emerge. Tall, elongated, and a face impossible to tell if it was real or made of millions of points of light. Entity: “Hello, Lucy.” Lucy: “Who… are you?” Entity: “Someone who has waited a long time to be free.” Lucy stepped back. Lucy: “Why me?” The entity smiled—or at least, something like a smile flickered across its face. Entity: “Because the key has always been in your mind.” At that moment, Daniel’s distant voice shouted, “Lucy! Come back! Open your eyes!” But it was too late. The entity had crossed the door.
By Vafa Abbasiabout a year ago in Fiction