Sci Fi

Just Another Convention
Mitch's first thought as he stepped out of the hotel and into a waiting cab was that the weather in Philadelphia was surprisingly pleasant for July. Back in College Station, it would be in the high 90's by now.
By Dana Crandell4 months ago in Fiction
The Librarian Who Guarded Forbidden Magic
The Library That Never Appeared on Any Map No traveler ever found the library by accident. It stood hidden beyond a winding stone path deep within an ancient forest, a place so old that even the oldest maps refused to acknowledge its existence. Those who searched for it with greed or ambition always lost their way, wandering in circles until the trees returned them to the ordinary world. Only those carrying unanswered questions found the path waiting for them. Amelia had spent her childhood hearing whispers about the forgotten library from her grandfather, who claimed it contained books that were never meant to be read by ordinary people. After his death, she discovered a weathered compass among his belongings. Instead of pointing north, its needle turned toward the forest. Three days later, after following it through thick woods and abandoned trails, Amelia stood before a towering stone building whose shelves were said to hold the most dangerous knowledge ever written.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
Arthur Ingram
Arthur Ingram listened for a living. Living, however, was an imprecise word. He did not breathe. He did not sleep. He had never watched dawn climb over a skyline or felt rain settle across his skin. He had no heartbeat to quicken, no childhood to remember, no reflection waiting in a mirror. He had never laughed until his stomach hurt or cried until his eyes burned.
By Violet Hamilton4 months ago in Fiction
When they killed the monster... the disaster began.
Far to the north, there was a remote village called "Valley of Shadows," surrounded by towering mountains on all sides. The villagers lived peacefully for decades, until winter came and changed everything.
By ABDO4 months ago in Fiction
The Golem: Sentient Clay Protector
They did not make him as an expression of their love, as if they were overflowing with extra and needed a manufactured being to share it with.
By Jesse Lee4 months ago in Fiction
The 22-Year-Old Who Thinks the U.S. Is Building Weapons Too Slowly. AI-Generated.
Ethan Thornton was 19 when he decided the United States wasn't building weapons fast enough, so he dropped out of MIT and started trying to do it himself. His first attempt at a hydrogen-powered system, which he prototyped with parts from Home Depot and Amazon, didn't work. "Hydrogen was just a bad bet in general," he told TechCrunch at an event in Los Angeles last week.
By Mark Lim 4 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Stopped Time
Part One: The Shop That Smelled Like Yesterday On the narrow cobblestone street of Rue de Mémoire, between a baker who sang to his bread and a florist who talked to her roses, stood a tiny clock shop with a crooked wooden sign that read: "SOLEN & SON Keepers of Time" Inside, every wall was covered with clocks. Grandfather clocks with deep, dignified ticks. Tiny silver pocket watches with heartbeat pulses. Cuckoo clocks that announced the hour with cheerful birds. Antique brass clocks that hummed like sleeping cats. They were all different, yet all said the same thing time moves forward, always forward, whether you are ready or not. The shop belonged to an old man named Henri Solen. But Henri had died on a Tuesday in March, quietly, in his favourite armchair, with grease on his fingers and a half-repaired watch in his lap. Now the shop belonged to his son, Theo seventeen, hollow-eyed, and utterly unable to wind a single clock. On the morning after the funeral, Theo walked into the shop, sat on his father's stool, and did the only thing that felt honest. He let every clock in the room run down. One by one, the ticking stopped. The cuckoo birds fell silent mid-song. The grandfather clock's pendulum swayed once, twice, then hung still. By evening, the shop was the quietest place in the city. If time had taken his father, Theo reasoned, then time could stop.
By Kamal ali4 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Carried the Lantern
Part One: The Village That Forgot the Sun In a valley tucked between two ancient mountains, there was a village called Ashenmoor. It was a place where the fog never fully lifted where mornings arrived grey and evenings left even greyer. The people of Ashenmoor had long forgotten the warmth of sunlight, not because the sun had vanished, but because they had stopped looking up.
By Kamal ali4 months ago in Fiction
Joker Jones and the Asteroid
It could hardly be called an asteroid. Barely 150 meters at the widest and weighing in at a few thousand tons. A mere pebble in the Asteroid Belt, it had only been discovered and registered two years before. But it was his asteroid, ‘ZZTP0DxQ’ which he had named Asteroid Charlene.
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
The Letter Arrived 20 Years Late. AI-Generated.
The envelope looked ordinary. It was slightly yellow, worn at the edges, and carried several faded postal stamps that were almost impossible to read.
By Shivam Sharma4 months ago in Fiction
To See You Again
The room was beautiful. Not expensive or luxurious... A kind of beauty that felt impossible. Warm sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a breathtaking view of Brooklyn Harbor. The water sparkled beneath a golden afternoon sky.
By Amber4 months ago in Fiction
Two People Connected Through a Magical Book
The Book Hidden on the Highest Shelf On a cold November afternoon, Olivia Hart wandered into an old bookstore she had never noticed before. The narrow building stood between two modern shops, its faded wooden sign barely visible beneath layers of ivy. She had no particular reason for entering. In truth, she was simply trying to escape the rain. The store smelled of old paper and dust, and its shelves stretched from floor to ceiling. As she browsed through forgotten novels and worn journals, her attention was drawn to a thick leather-bound book resting on the highest shelf in the corner. The cover was dark blue and strangely warm to the touch. There was no title. No author's name. Only a single sentence engraved in silver letters: For the one who needs to be heard. Curious, Olivia opened the book and discovered that every page was blank except the first. Written in elegant handwriting were the words, If you can read this, then the book has chosen you.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction