Sci Fi
WAR OF THE WORLDS (2025) – A Terrifying Mirror of Our Own Destructio
You’re not ready for this invasion. Aliens may be the enemy, but humanity is the real story. Director Jordan Vance’s 2025 take on War of the Worlds isn’t just a remake—it’s a reinvention. It rips the skin off the classic H.G. Wells novel and exposes something far more terrifying: us.
By Kevin Hudsonabout a year ago in Fiction
How Google Maps Saved My Life in the Middle of Nowhere
1. The Crash That Wasn’t an Accident The tire blew at 80 mph. Not worn tread—a bullet. Maya’s rental Jeep fishtailed off Route 66, tumbling down a ravine. When the world stopped spinning, she tasted blood and gasoline. The dashboard clock blinked 3:33 AM. Outside: endless Mojave blackness.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Noise of the Universe
Our marriage had been dead for a long time; we just forgot to hold the funeral. Ethan and I were like two ghosts living under the same roof, punishing each other with silence. His world was star charts, data, and the eternal whisper of distant galaxies. My world, once filled with the black and white keys of a piano and unfinished scores, was now just the amplified emptiness of this isolated mountaintop observatory.
By Danny Kanoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Chocolate Soldier . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Pennsylvania, 1943 They called it Operation Sugar Rush and Private Joe Kowalski carried its secret in his duffel bag: 12 pounds of dark chocolate bars stamped For Military Use Only. Joe wasn’t supposed to open them. But as his troop train rattled toward New York Harbor, a sobbing girl in a patched dress changed everything. She’d lost her doll. Joe slipped her a chocolate squar. Shh, kid. This is magic rations.Her smile cracked his resolve.
By Tariq Pathan about a year ago in Fiction
Who's the real monster?
The stinging in my eyes began to wake me from a dreamless sleep. My stomach sank as the realization that my sunglasses were gone. Trying to lift an arm to cover my face let alone move my body proved to be in vain. Aside from stiff muscles that ached with every breath I took something like hard plastic was wrapped around my wrists and ankles. I couldn't move an inch. "Fucking prefect", I groaned.
By Lucy Torralbaabout a year ago in Fiction
Just another night
It was an afternoon like any other. I clocked out and plodded my way to the elevator with all the other zombies working the fifth floor of the Screw You Insurance Company. The real name was Secure You, but no one on the fifth floor called it that.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah I found the letter by accident. Tucked inside the back of my mother’s worn-out recipe book, behind a page smudged with gravy stains and faint ink scribbles about nutmeg, was an envelope that didn’t belong. It was brittle, yellowed with age, and sealed with a faded wax stamp I didn’t recognize.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
Like Drinking Salt Water. AI-Generated.
The fluorescent lights cast their ghostly light as always, their buzzing undercurrent a lullaby that had accompanied Elena through countless solitary hours in Special Collections. She pushed her glasses up her nose, a gesture as habitual as breathing, and squinted at the faded brown ink of a marginal note. The Hartwell estate collection had arrived three weeks ago in seventeen banker's boxes, each one a small archaeological dig waiting to happen, and she was nowhere near finished cataloging it.
By The Myth of Sysiphusabout a year ago in Fiction
