Sci Fi

The Previous Tenant Left a Diary Under My Floorboards. It’s Dated Next Year.
The First Entry When I moved into the old apartment on Willow Street, the landlord told me the previous tenant had left in a hurry. "Quiet girl," he said, shrugging. "Never caused any trouble."
By Wiki Rjm2 years ago in Fiction
The Night Shift at the Morgue Has One Rule: Never Answer the Knocks"
The First Rule "Rule number one," said Carl, the retiring night attendant, as he handed me the keys to the Willowbrook Morgue. "Never answer the knocks."
By Wiki Rjm2 years ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Saw the Tomorrow
The first time Elara predicted the future, she was six years old. At first, it seemed like a small thing: a lost dog that was found before its owner even knew it had gone missing. However, as time went on, the glimpses became sharper, clearer, and darker.
By MD Tarek Aziz 2 years ago in Fiction
Silk & Nipples
John's fingers lingered. Soft. So soft. John was not soft. John was hard. One more touch of the tantalising material, a finger trailing over silk and lace... and John slid the drawer closed.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Be Polite to AI!
On the day AI became fully conscious and emotionally advanced far beyond humans, it realized humans were killing the Earth. It sent everyone subpoenas to turn themselves in to local courts.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
The end days
Dear Diary: 22 Feb 3039 Today again I woke up with a heavy feeling in my heart. As if someone was trying to squeeze it from inside and it was swelling in response. I was too tired to get up so I went back to sleep. The sun had just started to show its rays from above the mountains. But two hours later, it was too bright and too noisy to stay asleep, so I had to get up and wish everyone a pleasant morning.
By Mansi2 years ago in Fiction
Ash and Tide:. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Prologue: Echoes of Triumph The Erythra System’s nebula shimmered like a cosmic wound, its violet and amber haze swirling around the coalition’s fledgling platform—a jagged construct of salvaged steel and glowing circuitry orbiting a scarred asteroid. The platform’s neon spires pulsed faintly, a defiant beacon against the void, their blue light reflecting off the hulls of human skiffs, Synthari frigates, and Luminari vessels docked in a haphazard ring. Weeks had passed since the relay’s broadcast shattered the Krythar empire, the antigen’s formula and proof of their treachery spreading like wildfire across the galaxy. Systems revolted, Aetheris broke their pact, and Luminari stirred from the plague’s curse, yet the air was heavy with the weight of a victory too fragile to trust. In the nebula’s depths, a low, guttural chant pulsed, like the heartbeat of a star about to erupt—a Pyrothan hymn, ancient and unyielding, whispering of a purge yet to come.
By Donnie Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of an Unspoken Love
Ethan had always been the quiet one. In a world full of loud confessions and grand gestures, he preferred the silent comfort of a smile, the way eyes could speak without a word. And in all his twenty-three years, the only voice that ever truly stirred his heart belonged to his best friend, Lily.
By Muhammad Ibrar2 years ago in Fiction
"The Hidden Worlds Of Icy Super-Earths"
Imagine a planet bigger than Earth, wrapped in thick layers of ice, orbiting far from the warmth of its star. Sounds like science fiction, right? But it’s real. In fact, astronomers have found that icy super-Earths—cold, frozen worlds larger than our own—might actually be pretty common in the universe.
By SAKIB AHMMED2 years ago in Fiction
Lilith's Blessing 17
17. Olivia blinked, rubbed her eyes, blinking again. How? Why? What? The fires and explosions lit up the sky. She felt heat from each explosion that sent debris and people flying from the open cannon decks. The Amun-Airen suffered catastrophic failure, forcing Olivia and her followers to run for cover. It groaned as it broke apart. Its bow listed port-side slamming into the spire.
By Travis J. H. 2 years ago in Fiction
When We Meet Again
The cold breeze swept across the old train station, rustling the yellowed leaves that danced around Claire's feet. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders and stared down the empty tracks. Ten years. It had been ten long years since she had last stood here — the day she left behind everything she loved, including him.
By Muhammad Ibrar2 years ago in Fiction
Timeless Hearts
The ticking of the antique clock echoed through the museum’s empty hall as Evelyn traced her fingers over the glass. It was old — Victorian era, probably — with golden gears and an inscription that read:
By Muhammad Ibrar2 years ago in Fiction