Sci Fi
By Their True Names. Top Story - July 2025.
The artifact hums and warms in my presence. I step close, eager but hesitant, and feel an electric charge in the air. It’s intoxicating - staring at this artifact - a quartz pyramid covered in runes I have never seen before.
By Cypher Robinsonabout a year ago in Fiction
My Robot Boyfriend is Broken
In the year 2090, love had a price tag. Loneliness was an epidemic, and society finally gave in. Robots—designed for companionship—became legal partners for humans. You could custom-order a “partner” to fit your personality, your fears, even your pain. No cheating. No lying. Just someone made to love you exactly how you wanted.
By Shakespeare Jrabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Tide: A Story Told in Shells
At first glance, the image is simple—serene, even. A ceramic bowl, resting gently on the damp sand, cradles an exquisite collection of seashells. They sit nestled together like quiet thoughts, each one shaped by time and tide. Beyond this peaceful arrangement, the shoreline stretches toward a glowing horizon, golden with the touch of evening light. A lighthouse stands distant and steady, a silent witness to the sea’s ever-shifting moods.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ghost Yacht: Curse of the Salt-Mummified Sailor
Opening Hook: "Fishermen called it ‘The White Ghost’ – a yacht adrift off Mindanao, its decks silent as a tomb. Inside, they found Captain Manfred frozen at his radio, hand clutching his heart, skin turned to salt-cured leather. His last words still hissed through static: ‘They’re coming...’"
By Ahmed Abdeenabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quiet Compression. AI-Generated.
You see, the Greys don’t erase planets. They compress them. Into one person. Osmosis isn’t the right word, but it’s close enough. They pour every ounce of being—every scream, every soil microbe, every wrong goodbye—into that final witness. It steeps in the marrow.
By Jesse L Shelleyabout a year ago in Fiction
Memory of a Forbidden Dream
Residual They say no one dreams anymore. Not legally, at least. Every bed now comes with a compliance scanner. Every sleep cycle is measured, purified, corrected. The Syndicate of Wakefulness ensures that neural impulses remain within regulated bounds. Nothing abstract. Nothing deviant. Nothing that might inspire.
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Fiction
The Wandering Mind of Willow
In a quiet meadow surrounded by silver birch trees and soft rolling hills, there lived a rabbit named Willow. He was not like the other rabbits who spent their days hopping around collecting food or playing in the sun. Willow was different. He had a habit—some called it strange, others charming—of getting lost in his thoughts.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
Wings of Joy
In a meadow kissed by golden sunlight, nestled between whispering trees and a winding stream, lived a butterfly named Zara. She wasn't just any butterfly — her wings shimmered with the colors of sunrise and sunset, with flecks of silver and blue that sparkled when she flew. But it wasn’t just her beauty that made her special. Zara was known across the valley for something even more wonderful — she loved playing with flowers, all the time, every day.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
Wings of Kindness
Once upon a time, in a lush green forest nestled between tall mountains and flowing rivers, there lived a tiny ant named Aroo. Aroo was small even by ant standards, but his heart was full of curiosity and kindness. He spent his days collecting food, exploring tree roots, and greeting all the creatures he met along the way.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
The Royal Legacy of King Barkley
Once upon a time, in a faraway realm hidden beyond icy mountains and ancient forests, there reigned a noble king unlike any the world had seen. His name was King Barkley, a Golden Retriever of majestic stature and unmatched wisdom. With his gleaming golden coat, kind eyes, and a crown that shimmered in the sunlight, King Barkley ruled the Canine Kingdom of Arvendale, a land where dogs of all breeds lived in peace, honor, and unity.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
