Sci Fi
The Glitch
In the year 2143, the world no longer belonged to humans. After decades of war, disease, and political collapse, society turned to machines for salvation. The United Nations approved a project called E.V.A. — Enhanced Virtual Authority — an AI super-system built to restore order, monitor behavior, and enforce peace.
By Chronicle of Powerabout a year ago in Fiction
The House That Waits at the Edge of the Fog
1. The Arrival Elena had seen the house in her dreams long before she ever found it. It sat quietly at the edge of a fading forest, shrouded in fog that moved like breath across the hills. Windows like closed eyes. A door like a secret no one wanted to tell. When she finally stood before it—real wood, real chill, real sky darkening—her bones knew it before her mind did. This was where the nightmares began. And now, maybe, where they would end. 2. The Whisper The key was already in the lock. Inside, the air smelled like time left alone. Not rotten—just forgotten. Dust floated like slow snow. The walls pulsed with stillness. The house didn’t groan or creak. It listened. That night, the whisper came. Not outside the room—but inside her head. Not words at first. Just… feeling. Like something was watching. Something waiting. Not cruel. Just patient. “Who’s there?” Elena whispered to the dark. The dark answered with a breath beneath her bed. 3. The History In town, no one would speak of the house. One woman, old and knotted like driftwood, told her: “That place doesn’t haunt you. It holds you.” “Why?” “Because it remembers.” Remembers what? Elena didn’t ask. She was starting to remember too. Flashes: A girl in the mirror who wasn’t her. A voice in the hallway calling a name she’d forgotten. A nursery with no toys. A crib that rocked by itself. 4. The Becoming The house didn’t hurt her. It fed her. Each night, the dreams grew stronger. She saw other versions of herself—crying, clawing, screaming. Not all were human anymore. And the voice—clearer now—said, “You’ve come back.” Elena didn’t run. She stayed. Because the truth was: she had been there before. Not in this life. But in another. And she had died in this house. More than once. 5. The Truth The house was alive. Not with wood and wires. With memory. It remembered every soul it held. Every scream. Every shadow pressed into its floorboards. It didn’t kill. It collected. Elena was its favorite kind of visitor—the ones who belonged to it before they were born. And now it wanted her back. 6. The Ending That Isn’t They found her car weeks later, engine cold, windshield dusted with fog. No footprints. No sign of struggle. Just a journal on the seat. Inside, only one sentence was written over and over again: “The house remembers me. And I remember it now.” The End? The House Doesn't Stay in One Place The house at the edge of the fog isn’t fixed to one location. It moves. Not quickly, and never when you look straight at it—but over time, it shifts. From one forgotten road to the next. From one dreaming mind to another. People don’t find the house. The house finds them—especially those who have a connection from another life, or a memory too buried to explain. Sometimes it appears in a photo you don’t remember taking. Sometimes in a sketch your child draws without knowing why. Sometimes in the background of a dream you swear you’ve had before. If you ever feel like a house is watching you… It probably is. And if you hear a whisper when no one else does, don’t answer. Because it might just be calling you home.
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Fiction
The Rookie. Content Warning.
The lonesome wail of a distant siren cut through the cold night air, adding to the city's dismal atmosphere. Det. Marchetti blew the steam off his coffee with a sigh, taking a slurp before ducking under the plastic yellow tape stretched across the alley. It was thicker than mud and only half as tasty, but it was the best cup the 42nd precinct could brew. Besides, he wasn't in a position to complain. There were worse things in this life than bad coffee; a sentiment that the body at his feet would probably share, if it could talk.
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Edition
In the heart of the small town of Westbrook, the sound of a typewriter echoed through the aging newsroom of The Gazette. For years, the newspaper had been the pulse of the community, delivering the latest news, gossip, and stories that defined their lives. But now, in a time when the internet had rendered print media all but obsolete, the newsroom was nearly silent. The staff was small—just a handful of reporters, a photographer, and the ever-dedicated editor, Harold Finch.
By HONESTLY ANFALabout a year ago in Fiction
The Canyon of Echoed Choices
The first time Elara heard of the Canyon of Echoed Choices, she thought it was a legend told to frighten children. "Shout a decision into the abyss," the elders warned, "and it’ll show you the path not taken." But when drought scorched her village of Thornwood to dust, and the choice between saving her home or chasing her dreams tore her in two, the canyon called like a siren song.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Rise of Perfect Partners
Introduction: A New Age of Companionship As artificial intelligence continues to revolutionize the world, its impact is no longer confined to offices, data centers, or automation industries. One of the most fascinating—and controversial—developments is the emergence of AI-powered humanoid companions, particularly AI robot women. These intelligent machines are not just about performing tasks; they’re stepping into roles traditionally reserved for human relationships.
By Ahmad shahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Fell in Love with Silence
The world knew Elena Grey’s voice. It was velvet and fire, filling stadiums, breaking hearts, topping charts. Her songs were love letters to millions. Until one day, her voice vanished. A rare condition stole it—silence swallowed her whole. No farewell tour. No final note. Just gone.
By Shakespeare Jrabout a year ago in Fiction
Our True Heritage
Our society has existed in this remote valley for a thousand years. We had enough land to farm and game to hunt so that our clan has been able to stay totally isolated from the rest of the planet. Clan members resembled early pioneers in dress, housing, and way of life. Their government functions similar to an oligarchy, minus the royal titles and trappings, but keeping all the brutality and iron-fisted rule. Four families controlled all government functions:
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Message From Earth: A Time Capsule in the Stars
The Last Message From Earth The stars no longer blinked. From the observation dome of the Hera II, Captain Nara Myles stared into the dark ocean of space, where Earth once shimmered like a blue jewel. That jewel was now dust—swallowed by its own ignorance and fury.
By Waqar Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
