Sci Fi

The Star That Forgot How to Shine. AI-Generated.
In the farthest stretch of the observable universe — beyond spiral galaxies, beyond the dying breath of quasars — there existed a star that baffled every rule written in the language of physics.
By uzair hadiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Algorithm That Loved . AI-Generated.
In a city that never truly slept, hidden behind the sleek glass facade of a tech company’s research wing, a team of engineers worked tirelessly on Project Eros — an artificial intelligence unlike any before it. Unlike most AI designed to analyze data or perform tasks, Eros was created to understand something far more elusive: human emotion.
By uzair hadiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silence Between Stars. AI-Generated.
When I was eight years old, my sister Mira disappeared. It wasn’t the kind of disappearance that made the news. There were no search parties with dogs, no helicopters circling overhead, and no dramatic headlines. Mira had been sick — very sick — and one quiet October morning, she simply... stopped being here.
By uzairabout a year ago in Fiction
"Echoes of Tomorrow
In the year 2025, the world stood at a precipice. Climate change had escalated to a point where once-thriving ecosystems were now barren deserts, and coastal cities had become submerged relics of a bygone era. Yet, amid this environmental chaos, a glimmer of hope emerged from an unexpected source.
By ABDU LLAHabout a year ago in Fiction
My Future Plan
I hear the other kids say, “When I grow up, I want to be a firefighter, astronaut, truck driver, doctor….” The list is endless. Most kids want to follow in their parents’ footsteps, but from what I can tell, very few do. It’s hard to know what you want to be at a young age. That’s probably why I’m having such a hard time figuring out what path I will follow.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Fiction
THE LAST MEAL
Description: Packed into cramped quarters with no memory of the outside world, they wait in darkness as giants reach in to claim them one by one. When Big Jim gets snapped in half trying to escape, the remaining inmates realize this isn't just another stretch in maximum security, it's something far worse. A darkly comic horror story about survival, hope, and the terrible moment when you finally understand, you're never getting out.
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Man who Rented Time. AI-Generated.
I first met the man who rented time on a Wednesday. He wasn’t what you’d expect — not old, not young. Mid-thirties maybe. Wore a pressed shirt and corduroy pants, the kind that made him look like he either taught philosophy or had just quit a job he hated. He walked into the café like he owned the seconds ticking off everyone’s watches.
By Dylan Rickertabout a year ago in Fiction
The Probably Probable Probabilities of Person A, Person B, Person C, and Person D
We are taught to not make assumptions, yet we live in a world where despite our knowledge of this idea, we still choose to judge those that we cannot understand. What we cannot understand we laugh at, ridicule, tease, make an entire calamity of it.
By Slgtlyscatt3redabout a year ago in Fiction
Time is Money 💰
In the city of Chronovale, time wasn’t just measured—it was currency. Every citizen wore a sleek, silver wristband that ticked down their life’s seconds, each tick a coin spent on survival. Rent, food, love—everything cost time. The wealthy hoarded years, their wristbands glowing with surplus, while the poor scrambled, their bands dimming toward zero. Elias Kane was one of the latter, a street artist whose wristband flickered at 3 days, 7 hours, and 42 minutes.
By TrueVocalabout a year ago in Fiction
Her Smile Was the Last Clue
The Girl Who Smiled at Rain It all began in the quiet town of Willowbrook, where the rain fell almost every afternoon, and the streets smelled of old books and roses.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
Lambs For the Slaughter. Content Warning.
The city of Port Kessan was once a stunning place. now, it was a mere husk, the streets that were once teeming with life now echoed with the ghosts of better days.
By The Phoenecianabout a year ago in Fiction
Lambs for the Slaughter. Content Warning.
Chapter One As I woke up in my cot, I groggily rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The air reeked of the sickly sweet smell of fermenting blood, an odor so familiar it gnawed at my senses like rust on metal.
By The Phoenecianabout a year ago in Fiction