Sci Fi
Sons of Quintaether
In an ancient equilibrium of power, born from the ashes of a forgotten time, rested the Royal Guilds of Arcanum. Weaving their secrets with cybernetic marvels, they hoarded their wealth and enhanced themselves in palatial fortresses that pierced the sky, towering thousands of meters over the commons—the monstrous reliquaries of the means to their inexorable might. Their dance of power was as inescapable to them as it was to their subjects, and the brooding feuds of royalty rarely descended into bloodshed—events significant not even by the measure of those sacrificed in pursuit of futile ambition.
By Benjamin Riceabout a year ago in Fiction
Death or Love. Content Warning.
Under the burning twilight of a kingdom falling into chaos, a lone warrior named Ean strode through a scarred battlefield. His eyes, filled with fierce resolve, mirrored the raw intensity of his spirit—a spirit that had chosen the honorable death of fighting for a dream over the lingering pain of love.
By Edge Alexanderabout a year ago in Fiction
The Man Who Left the Moon Behind
I was the last man to set foot on the Moon. Not because we stopped going, but because no one ever came back after me. It was called the Prometheus Project. A private venture boasting billion-dollar tech, cutting-edge suits, and more AI than any one person should trust. And I'm a washed-up astronaut with nothing left to lose. My wife had passed from cancer, my son no longer spoke to me, and my name had faded from every headline. Prometheus offered what I thought was redemption. -Or at least an escape.
By peter thoithiabout a year ago in Fiction
"Signed, Jason Riley – From the End of Time"
Short Description: When physicist Jason Riley receives a mysterious box with no sender, he unknowingly unlocks a chain of events that bends time, reality, and identity. But some knowledge demands a price — and Jason’s about to pay it.
By Ahmed Abdeenabout a year ago in Fiction
The Firefly That Never Dies
Every summer, the people of Durgapur spoke of the never-dying firefly. Even in the heaviest downpours, it danced just above the paddy fields and glowed brighter than the moon. It was thought to be the spirit of a long-dead saint who looked after the land, blessed the crops, and punished those who broke the rules.
By Ahmed Rayhanabout a year ago in Fiction
What If Your Memories Were Sold to the Highest Bidder?
The bidding began at midnight. In a sleek, chrome-paneled room somewhere deep beneath the ruins of what used to be Chicago, men and women in expensive suits clicked their virtual paddles as images flickered across a wall-sized screen. The auctioneer’s voice echoed through the air like a machine-generated chant: “Lot 244. Childhood. Age range: 6 to 10. Vivid. Intact. Unfiltered. Starting bid: 250,000 credits.”
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction










