Sci Fi
A World Where Memories Are Sold Like Products
The Store on Every Corner The year was 2089, and memories had become the world's most valuable commodity. Every major city contained Memory Markets where people could buy, sell, trade, and experience memories just as easily as purchasing groceries or clothing. Wealthy customers bought memories of exotic vacations they had never taken. Students purchased years of expertise before important exams. Some people even collected memories like antiques, storing thousands of experiences inside personal digital vaults. What had once been considered impossible was now an ordinary part of daily life. In this new world, experiences were no longer limited to the people who lived them.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
I fell for a man who makes my nose bleed
I first saw him when I was boarding the plane. He stood out in the middle of a packed airport. Bright red, traffic-light hair, pale skin, and uneven freckles speckling his cheeks. Long trench coat thrown over a tee and shorts. Head buried in a dog-eared copy of Dracula. I saw him again on the plane.
By Muhammad Sabeel5 months ago in Fiction
The Day the Internet Predicted Everyone's Death
A Normal Morning The morning began like any other. People woke up, checked their phones, scrolled through social media, and prepared for work or school. Nothing seemed unusual until a strange website appeared online. Nobody knew who created it or how it had suddenly become accessible in every country at the exact same time. The site's design was incredibly simple. Visitors saw only a search bar and a single instruction: Enter your name to discover the exact date and time of your death. Most people assumed it was another internet hoax designed to attract attention. Within hours, millions of curious users began entering their names.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
In the Dreaming
I stood atop an orange boulder, looking over the unfamiliar terrain. The purple sunset was tinting the entire scene before me. I’d entered an alien dreamscape, following Master Jihan’s instructions. For a moment, I wondered if I was the first student to succeed in starting the quest, until I considered the time I was wasting by not completing the trials the Master had set for us.
By Mother Combs5 months ago in Fiction
Waking Dogs Part 4: The Butcher's Bill
(Previous installations of this story can be found at the following links: Part One, Part Two, Part Three.) Explosions rocked the cratered boulevard, plumes of fire blooming in the dying light of the setting sun. Weapons discharge lit the night, the red beams of hot-shot las rifles punctuated by the searing light of plasma blasts. Grenades arced gracefully through the air, their blasts sending stone shrapnel and broken masonry flying in all direction. Through the smoke and ash came towering figures, their limbs pumping as they charged, roaring and laughing as they sought slaughter. They had the forms of men, but twisted, grown huge, and clad in blocky, bulky armor that was bare of any sigils or heraldry. Their weapons barked, returning fire as mass-reactive rounds stitched explosions across the buildings to either side of the main thoroughfare, and reduced many of those who thought themselves safely behind cover to little more than splatters of gore.
By Neal Litherland5 months ago in Fiction
Unwelcome To Earth
Where they came from was a total mystery. She didn’t know their names. She didn’t know if they were male or female, or if they were something in-between. Their luminous bodies shifted in color as they shimmered under the light of the moon. All she knew was that they were different. They were other-worldly, and she was completely captivated.
By Mama Magdalene5 months ago in Fiction
Cold Thing, Warm Thing
> FILE 765-LYOT-9 · DIRECTORATE OF DEEP SURVEY · 765 Imperial (Old Calendar 3331 AD) > Far Observation Platform LYOT, 101 AU. One anomaly, watched. True nature compartmented. > COVER: publicly, a research-and-salvage claim of NOH ENTERPRISE, the anomaly its lawful property. > JANUS — the platform's resident intelligence: runs the station, keeps this log, stamps every entry to the millisecond. > KEEPER (Endō Chiyo) — placed to watch JANUS and, on order, end it; only she can throw the breaker that shuts it down. The two share a neural lace, mind to system. > Keeper speech verbatim; Japanese translated; system readings bracketed; an unidentified source marked "—". Aft recorder only. >! THIS WATCH DOES NOT EXIST · ON PAPER, STATIONS LOGGED AS D-HEX MINING ASSET
By Ahmet Nazif Sati5 months ago in Fiction
Exile
Rain as thick as blood coated her exosuit. Dozens of footsteps thundered behind her, a cacophonous stampede that almost drowned out the heavy downpour. Andramare fired a few laser bolts over her shoulder, but she didn't have time to look back and see if she hit anything. She just needed to slow them down, get a little more distance. Her muscles screamed in agony as she willed her legs to pump faster and faster.
By Nathan Sanders5 months ago in Fiction
Offness. Honorable Mention in They Shouldn’t Have Come Here Challenge.
A sharp hit to my ribs jolts me out of my deep sleep. I don’t remember falling asleep at Connor’s place but I guess I must have. My hand jumps to the sure-to-bruise spot. Maybe Connor let his dog in from the cold. Maybe it jumped up on the couch with me and took my breath away with its pouncing paws.
By Raine Neal5 months ago in Fiction
Patience and Time. Honorable Mention in They Shouldn’t Have Come Here Challenge. Top Story - June 2026.
The shock registered on the faces in front of her was understandable. She was just opening her mouth to speak, when a woman somewhere in the crowd screamed, “WITCH!” Over the next few seconds, the cry was repeated, reverberating throughout village. Patience found her arms in the clutch of powerful hands before she could react. The crowd, now turned mob, had her surrounded just as quickly.
By Dana Crandell5 months ago in Fiction
