Sci Fi

My Roommate is a Secret Prince (And Now I’m His Royal Mistake
The first clue should’ve been the crown-shaped birthmark on his left butt cheek. But no—I was too busy screaming at Liam for using my favorite mug (again) to notice the way he stiffened when the news played footage of "missing Prince Alexander of Eldoria."
By Wiki Rjm2 years ago in Fiction
WE MET IN AN ELEVATOR DURING A BLACKOUT. THE LIGHTS CAME ON TOO SOON. SHOCKING FINALE
The silver ring burned in my palm as we raced toward Ethan’s dorm, rain slicing through the city like shards of glass. Daniel’s confession replayed in my mind—staged meetings, fake blackouts, a family empire built on testing loyalties.
By Wiki Rjm2 years ago in Fiction
The Gas Mask
It was impossible to breathe without the gas mask. Everything on this planet had been radiated to a crisp a century back, minus a few survivors who had gone underground.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Weavers. Runner-Up in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge. Top Story - April 2025.
It was summer when the snow fell. I was only 8. I'd never seen snow before, except in videos and online. But from my bedroom window, I saw a white dusting. No, heavier than a dusting... A blanket, like linen laid across the yard and into the fields beyond the fence.
By Addison Alder2 years ago in Fiction
Into the Center
The wind whirled around the deck of the coaster Dayla as it moves along the coastline. My eyes scanning the stacks of the dim lighted energy cells. "How are we to get past the damned blockade?" We had been stopped several times as the area has now been seized by the Gumba Alliance. An anti-Bluesea energy organization. Our last and only option, go beyond the coast. "Take us to the Center." I charge my crew as I move back up to deck, it's now time to prepare for the Kiras. As the Dayla moves away from the coast not a sound could be heard as anticipation and fear filled the air. "Ready the lasers!" I call as the Dayla approaches the center.
By M. W. Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Lake of Blood: A Warrior’s Final Reckoning
The world above had long since forgotten the deep, uncharted caverns that lay beneath. A place where light dared not tread, and where the echoes of the past whispered like ghosts among the jagged stones. It was a realm where no living soul ventured, for fear of what might emerge from the shadows. Yet, in the darkest reaches of the earth, a figure stirred.
By Abdul Wahab2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Library
The year is 2149. Civilization has not ended—not exactly. It has mutated, restructured, like a forgotten program rewriting itself line by line. Cities now spiral vertically, towering into low orbit, ruled by algorithms more than humans. Nation-states crumbled beneath the weight of automation and corporate sovereignty. AI councils run predictive governance systems, where emotional variance is flagged, and memory is disposable.
By Alpha Cortex2 years ago in Fiction
WE MET IN AN ELEVATOR DURING A BLACKOUT. THE LIGHTS CAME ON TOO SOON. part -5
The morning sun glared off Tiffany's windows as we stood outside, the stolen ring burning a hole in Daniel's pocket. "You realize," I said, adjusting my sunglasses, "this is technically our third date. Elevator, jailhouse, felony return."
By Wiki Rjm2 years ago in Fiction
A Signal from Tomorrow
In the year 2086, Earth had long stopped listening to the stars. After decades of failed attempts to contact intelligent life, the world moved on. Space programs were defunded, satellites turned inward, and our skies became mirrors of human ego rather than windows to the cosmos.
By Alpha Cortex2 years ago in Fiction
"A Life in Reverse"
"A Life in Reverse" My throat is holding my breath as I scream when I wake up. Once more, my hands are covered in blood. Despite the fact that I don't remember how it got there, the crimson stains are reminiscent of a recurring nightmare from which I can't get out. I don't look like the face in the mirror, or at least not the one I remember. The eyes that are looking back at me are too haunted, too old, and they are full of questions that I never asked. The time is 7:03 p.m. on the clock. I know, with absolute certainty, that I was dead at "7:04 p.m." That’s the only thing I’m sure of. The rest is a blur.
By S.M.Alam Rashid 2 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt. Content Warning.
The dead deer bounced on his shoulder every step down the trail, it's blood dripped on him, his shoulder neck and back had started to ache, he shifted the dead weight and trudged on down the uneven trail.
By Elliot Davison2 years ago in Fiction
The Dead Man’s Switch - The Last Command
0530 UTC, T -30 minutes to Go/No-Go Check Every morning, Commander Kellan Scott woke up knowing he could end the world. Fingers shaking, he unzipped his sleeping bag, kicked off the wall, and glided to the viewport in his ISS quarters.
By Sandor Szabo2 years ago in Fiction