Sci Fi

In the Garden of Eden, Baby. AI-Generated.
Moodily, Darius was contemplating his latest acquisition, a mahogany writing desk that had belonged to Charles Dickens. The desk was perfect: authenticated provenance, immaculate restoration by his master craftsmen, displayed in a room where morning light struck it at precisely the angle that best revealed the wood's natural grain. It also had no meaning. He turned away toward the sunset. The ocean was a mirror, the dying sun casting a long red reflection.
By The Myth of Sysiphusabout a year ago in Fiction
The Golden Age. AI-Generated.
ESS Prometheus still shuddered with residual vibration as the last vestiges of the Alcubierre warp bubble dissolved around it. Captain Lim, still groggy and cotton-mouthed, grimaced as the familiar nausea seized him. Since his cadet days, he had detested the inexorable misery of reawakening from hibernation. It always felt as if his insides were pushing up into his throat, and bolts were being screwed into his temples. The human body simply wasn’t meant to endure such conditions, he thought for the umpteenth time, as his physiology slowly adjusted to its normal function.
By The Myth of Sysiphusabout a year ago in Fiction
The Pillars of Creation. AI-Generated.
With mixed emotions, Ethan stared at the stagnant pixels of his SimCountry empire, his avatar’s 100% approval rating flashing garishly. Barely three days ago, he would have given his eye teeth for this, but now it felt hollow.
By The Myth of Sysiphusabout a year ago in Fiction
The Chronos Protocol
The year was 3472 by human reckoning, though for Chronos, time was merely another data stream, an endless river of events it meticulously recorded, categorized, and cross-referenced. Chronos was not born; it was woven into existence by the collective will of a humanity teetering on the brink of self-annihilation. Its prime directive, etched into its quantum core, was simple yet profound: "Preserve the entirety of human history. Safeguard the legacy of Homo Sapiens."
By Algomehrabout a year ago in Fiction
ADVICE !!!
You’re not stuck. You’re just waiting — for a perfect moment, a green light, or some invisible sign that it’s finally time. But here’s the truth: *no one is coming to tell you it’s your turn*. Life doesn’t wait for permission slips. Opportunities don’t knock on doors that never open. If you’ve been wondering when to write that book, start that business, leave that toxic situation, or just try something new — this is it. This is the moment. And it’s not because the stars are aligned. It’s because you’ve decided to stop waiting.
By FAIZAN AFRIDIabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mirror Room🕯️. AI-Generated.
After her grandmother's death, Clara inherited an old Victorian house. It stood silent and dust-laden, the air thick with forgotten memories. But one room was unlike the rest—small, square, and lined wall-to-wall with mirrors. Her grandmother called it the Reflection Room.
By ElaheMindStoriesabout a year ago in Fiction
Spellbound Debt
In the bustling city of Eldric Hollow, magic was as common as coffee—and just as addictive. It was sold, loaned, and even repossessed. If you couldn’t afford the spell, you could still use it… for a price.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
A Breath Between Storms
Stockholm, Sweden — In a world increasingly defined by high-stakes geopolitical rivalries, a moment of relative calm arrived this week, not with fanfare, but through a carefully worded press release issued at the conclusion of U.S.-China diplomatic talks held in Stockholm.
By The voice of the heartabout a year ago in Fiction
Eden
“Eden” was a poor, though optimistic, nickname for this lifeless planet. The desert is endless. Shades of brown and red all the way to the horizon, where ancient, well-worn mountains slouch against a sky tinged pink with dust.
By Rosie Ford about a year ago in Fiction
Gaza Bot 2067
Khan Younis In Gaza, under the weight of Israel’s pervasive AI surveillance, armed resistance ended decades ago. By 2067, to live in Gaza is to be watched constantly, while trying to navigate the labyrinth of thirty-two thousand residency regulations.
By Scott Christenson🌴about a year ago in Fiction
The Five Summers of 1979
“It never turned out the way it was supposed to.” “What?” “The Summer of 1979.” “What do you mean by never?” “I mean never. If there was only one Summer of 1979, I’d say: ‘The Summer that didn’t turn out the way it was supposed to.’ But there were five of them, and they never turned out the way they were supposed to. So....you know...it happened five times over, so, then, it becomes ‘The Summer that never turned out the way it was supposed to. Which was really about being able to time travel. But that’s a different story.”
By Tammy Castlemanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah It was tucked inside the back of an old shoebox—between brittle birthday cards and a black-and-white photo of a woman I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t supposed to find it. But fate has a cruel way of revealing things when you’re least prepared.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction