Sci Fi

Blades Of Hatred. Content Warning.
Breaking through the fog, a city, a glowing phantom of neon lights outlining the towering monoliths whose tops remained elusive above the fog, hidden in the clouds. Across the bay from the decadent jungle of lights stood an abandoned shrine standing silently in an equally abandoned park. A light rain evolved to a torrent of water which pooled at the moss covered foundation and soaked the rotting wood and tatami floor. Kneeling before the bronze statue of a forgotten local deity, a silent figure meditating without even the smallest movement. The figure slowly turned, dragging his wet yukata across the floor to look back towards the entrance of the sacred grounds. Standing under the eternal torii gate was a dark cloaked figure. It slowly approached the shrine leaving deep cavities in the mud and light scrapes in the ruined stone path. As the shadow reached the front steps of the shrine, it stopped to watch the worshiper inside who had turned back to face the shrine. The worshipper lifted his hands and placed them together in prayer while he watched the stranger in the reflection of the aged statue. The eyes of the shadow cast a red glare through the rain and bathed the entrance of the derelict shrine in an eerie sea of artificial light. Cautiously, the shadow took one uneasy step onto the first decaying step. Waiting as if the shrine itself would rebuke it, and seeing no reaction, fully stepped into the dilapidated building. The shadow started to investigate the trash and garbage that littered the floor, moving pieces around with a sheathed katana. The walls remained almost hidden under the mountain of graffiti and faded words carved into the wood. A short synthetic chuckle escaped from the stranger. He turned to look at the worshiper, seeing his long black hair nearly cover his face in its unkempt state.
By Exitioabout a year ago in Fiction
Static in the Signal
It started with a flicker. A blinking cursor. A screen that wouldn’t load. Jamie slammed his laptop shut like it had betrayed him — again. Third time this week. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face, feeling the texture of another sleepless night creeping into his skin.
By Ahmed Rayhanabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Black Hospitality Law: The Curse of the Adel Family"
Chapter 1: The Sinister Pact Cairo, 1995 On a dark winter night, four university students gathered in a crumbling apartment in Sayyida Zeinab. Between glasses of cold hibiscus tea and nervous laughter, they dared to challenge the forbidden: summoning a spirit using a Ouija board.
By Ahmed Abdeenabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sweet Poison: Inside Truthopolis — Where Lies Are Currency & Honesty Is a Crime
Chapter 1: The Lie We Breathe Truthopolis smelled like synthetic jasmine and regret. Neon billboards flashed: "Smile wider. Lie better. Rise higher."
By Ahmed Abdeenabout a year ago in Fiction
#001 - The Quiet Thing
[FILE #: 001 – The Quiet Thing] > Recovered From: [Surveillance Log- Unit 24A] > Status: [Partially translated- non-human subject]
By The Elsewhere Filesabout a year ago in Fiction
Human Psychology: The Key to Solve Daily Life Problems. Content Warning.
“Human Psychology: The Key to Solve Daily Life Problems” Beginning: Did you ever think why some people get hurt by small things we say, even we didn’t mean anything bad? Or, why some persons always angry even when we don’t do nothing? Sometimes, we try to solve a problem, but it becomes more big and complicated. But our intention was good, right?
By Ripon about a year ago in Fiction
Lemonade Skies
The first thing Ava noticed when she stepped off the bus was the smell of lemons. Not strong, not artificial — just faint enough to feel real. The kind of scent that danced through the summer breeze and reminded her of freedom, even if she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
The Dimensional Camper. AI-Generated.
The storm over Budapest had been raging for hours. Thunder cracked like a whip across the Danube River, and most tourists had taken shelter in their hotels. But not Theo.
By Ico Workersabout a year ago in Fiction
Punishment
Get this published book here. An Excerpt from the Book by Joey Raines Rain was coming down like the world was ending, each drop smashing against the windshield like tiny bombs. The wipers couldn't keep up, squealing and scraping as they fought back and forth in time with Luke's pounding heart. He was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles had gone white, hands slippery with sweat even though the October cold was seeping through his car's broken heater.
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Fiction
"The WhatsApp Message That Almost Got me Killed
PART 1: THE MESSAGE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING The rain hammered against my apartment window like a warning. I was curled up on my couch, scrolling through memes, when my phone buzzed. A WhatsApp notification from an unknown number.
By Md. Muzammal Rahman Pirabout a year ago in Fiction
The Drawing of My Life
When I was a child, I believed that pencils held magic. Not the kind of magic that turned frogs into princes or moved mountains—but the quiet kind. The kind that turned thoughts into pictures, emotions into shapes, and silence into color. I didn’t speak much as a kid. While other children chased each other on the playground or shouted answers in class, I sat in the corner of my own world, sketching stick figures and stars on the backs of my notebooks.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
The Girl at Table Nine
Every Sunday, like clockwork, she sat at table nine. Same black coat. Same tight bun. Same haunted eyes. She’d order a black coffee, two eggs over easy, and sourdough toast—nothing more, nothing less. She always came alone and never spoke unless spoken to.
By Aliabout a year ago in Fiction