Sci Fi

The Wood of the Dead
The Wood of the Dead Where the trees bury the living............ It starts with a whisper. Not from a person—but from the trees.
By The Hopeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bionic Future
In a world where the line between human and machine grows ever thinner, Ellis Harper stood at the crossroads of human evolution. He had once been a man like any other—flesh, bone, and dreams of victory. A professional sprinter, Ellis had once dominated the tracks, his legs built for speed and his heart fueled by the roar of the crowd. But all that changed in the blink of an eye.
By HONESTLY ANFALabout a year ago in Fiction
The Garden That Called Me Back
The air smelled of damp earth and regret as Dr. Lila Marrow stood at the edge of her grandmother’s overgrown garden. The once-vibrant plot, a mosaic of roses and lavender from her childhood summers, was now a tangle of weeds and wilted dreams. Lila, a renowned botanist whose life had been reduced to sterile labs and grant proposals, hadn’t set foot here in twenty years. She’d come to sell the old house, not to dig up memories. But the garden, like a stubborn seed, refused to let her go.
By Abid about a year ago in Fiction
CHEL'a
Is it so hard to believe that there are worlds beyond our own planets? Inhabited worlds, lost worlds, worlds of water with different life. worlds just born and worlds at their end. How many have precipitated their own demise through hubris or belief in infallibility of Gods or Goddesses.
By Victor Mendezabout a year ago in Fiction
The Diamond Treasure in the Depth of the Sea
Long ago, beneath the surface of the Southern Sea, there existed a hidden underwater kingdom known as Sirena. Protected by glowing coral walls and ancient sea magic, Sirena thrived in silence, unknown to the surface world. At the heart of its power was a legendary jewel called The Heart of the Abyss—a massive diamond that pulsed with light, magic, and life.
By Engr. Mansoor Ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
A Child's Bedtime Story (maybe)?
The sun was setting into the water. You could almost hear it sizzle as it struck the ocean. I knew this was going to be one of those nights. I could always tell that my nightmare was right around the corner when I shut my eyes even though I knew I was still awake.
By Barbara Gode Wilesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Years We Lent the Sky
Nomi’s first memory was signing the Tithe Contract. “Just five years, sweet beetle,” Mama whispered, guiding her hand on the tablet. “For Grandma’s next sleep-cycle.”
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
I Keep Finding Notes I Don’t Remember Writing — But They Know Everything About Me
It started with a sticky note on my bathroom mirror. “Don’t forget to smile. Even if it feels fake.” I thought I wrote it. Maybe during a breakdown or one of those nights when I dissociate and just do things. But I don’t remember writing it. And the handwriting—it looked like mine, but not quite.
By MUHAMMAD ALIabout a year ago in Fiction
The last memory broker
In the neon-lit underbelly of Sector 17, where time was traded like currency and memories sold by the gram, lived the last of the memory brokers — Kael.
By HONESTLY ANFALabout a year ago in Fiction
Greek Mythology
Gaia: The Mother of Greek Mythology Gaia's Place in Mythology Gaia, one of the most fundamental figures of Greek mythology, is considered the mother of all living things, mountains, seas and sky, not just the gods. She is "Mother Earth" – one of the first conscious beings in the universe and the basis of life. One of the first formations born in the wake of Chaos, Gaia is not only a mythological character, but also a symbol of cosmic order, fertility, and universal balance.
By Remzi Kazdalabout a year ago in Fiction
Another Scroll. Top Story - July 2025.
Back in the 2020s, I was a fledgling influencer running romance scams on the internet. I singled out lonely people, those who spent too much time on dating apps, constantly swiping in search of someone more attractive than themselves. I would create new personas: charming, attentive, just flawed enough to feel real. “Send $500 for a plane ticket and I’ll be there,” I would say through a thousand fake accounts. After my well-trained words, many sent money.
By Scott Christenson🌴about a year ago in Fiction
Picnic - A Breath Of Fresh Air. Content Warning.
They were billionaires having made their fortunes in weapons sales, and knew that at some point they would be subjected to a nuclear winter, so they built their bunkers where they would live when humanity was wiped out by the things these people had sold.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction