Sci Fi

My Grandmother’s Mirror Only Reflects the Dead
The Mirror’s First Secret I almost sold the mirror the day after Grandma Lillian’s funeral. It was an ugly thing—a heavy oak frame carved with twisting vines, the glass smoky with age. But Mom insisted: "She wanted you to have it. Said it was special."
By MUHAMMAD Abbasabout a year ago in Fiction
I Sold My Memory to Pay Rent
1. — “The Memory Exchange” I didn’t think twice the first time I walked into the Memory Exchange. They say your first time should mean something. Maybe I should have cried, or clutched the edges of the memory like the edges of an old photograph, refusing to let it go. But I didn’t. I just sat there, numb, holding my hands in my lap like I was at a dentist’s office.
By Izazkhanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
Alexander Anderson spent five years believing his mother's death was an accident. Just past midnight on his eleventh birthday, while dust motes danced in the beam of his flashlight, he discovered the truth in his grandparents' attic. He wasn't supposed to be up there - Gran had made that clear enough but the dream had led him here, as surely as if his mother herself had taken his hand, and on this night she might as well have.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
My Mother the Algorithm
My Mother the Algorithm By [Gulmalook] When my mother died, she left behind 24,986 emails, a blog with 1,384 entries, 73,000 text messages, and a sprawling mess of social media posts that spanned over two decades. Photos, voice notes, home videos. A life, digitized.
By gul malookabout a year ago in Fiction
Starlight Debt
The signal arrived on a Tuesday. Juno was feeding her daughter breakfast when the message blinked into existence—just a soft tone on her tablet, like an email. Harmless. Innocuous. It only read: “The debt has come due. Prepare for retrieval.” —Orion Covenant Office, Station Eos Her blood went cold.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
All Thieves are Grey at Night
Two children faced the front door to The Meadows Bar and Lounge, the premium destination for adult entertainment down in the Asphodel district. The eldest child, a boy no older than six with a mop of golden blonde hair and large blue eyes, held a bundle containing a still baby less than a year old. They both watched the front door. AutoID tried to match the face of the boy and baby against an illegal link to Persephone’s central database, but found no matches. These two boys had not been pre-registered for Perserphone’s citizenship program.
By Sean Selleckabout a year ago in Fiction
American Weather
The air was dry and cold, the moon lit the path to my house. I was only just a couple of feet away. I could make it before ten, right? The cold air won’t kill me that quickly, will it? When I reached my apartment door, I fumbled with my keys to find the right one to open the door before I froze to death. Slowly I felt the ice on my hair begin the freeze and my fingers couldn’t move as swiftly to get inside. Then the alarm sounded. It was time. Those who were on the streets ran to the side of the road and hid in the alleys behind or in dumpsters. You could hear people screaming from a distance in horror. The blizzard was coming. I had to get inside before it got me. “Will I make it?” I thought. I couldn’t find the key to fit. Why do I have so many damn keys? Out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman waving her hand at me and shouting “Down here! Come down here!” she said. I took off running towards her away from the hell ball of snow. I turned into her apartment and she shut the door as the blizzard went by?
By K.I. McLemoreabout a year ago in Fiction
The Delivery
The crew of the Stingray Eclipse had pulled off a dozen smuggling runs, black ops rescues, and one infamous bar brawl that turned into an interplanetary incident. But today, they were delivery drivers—with a twist.
By Derrick L Colemanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Parrot Protocol
The mercenary crew of the Stingray Eclipse had seen their fair share of bizarre missions—smuggling alien orchids, disabling rogue AIs, even stealing a moon once. But this was a first.
By Derrick L Colemanabout a year ago in Fiction
Dreaming if For Kids
So the dog was broken, and bleeding, and reeking of rot, and Zack stared at it like maybe it was his own fault that the dog existed. Like maybe he’d imagined it into being with his stupid, traitorous mind.
By Paper Lanternabout a year ago in Fiction
War of the Kingdom of Zankhar
CHAPTER ONE "Zaltarus" As night falls on the Zannikan sky, the two moons of Trikken make their respective orbit in the blackened backdrop of the starscape expansion, spread out like a diamond-studded blanket as far as the eye can see. All is quiet, as the Citadel is on blackout. The entire township is on alert. The war has taken its toll on the planet's inhabitants, and we have suffered heavy losses due to the brutal nature of the enemy. How long we will be able to hold out is the question on everyone's mind. My Lieutenant Hatzi appears at my balcony during his routine surveillance rounds on his personal security aero-drone.
By Rudolph Danny Leiva about a year ago in Fiction
The Dream Thief
Introduction This tale of tails is for Laura Pruett's "The Cat And The Machine" Challenge that you can read about here: The music is "The Dream's Dream" by Television from their album "Adventure"
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction