Sci Fi

The Day We Were All Assigned a Random Stranger’s Dreams. AI-Generated.
It was subtle at first. On the morning of March 19th, people woke up unusually quiet. Not from nightmares or insomnia, but from confusion—about dreams that made no sense. A truck driver in Montana dreamed she was giving birth in a Parisian opera house. A five-year-old in Cairo had a vivid nightmare of failing a corporate audit. A retired baker in Seoul dreamt, in perfect Swedish, of winning a fencing tournament.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost Train
Chapter 4: Midnight at Thornwood The night air hung heavy with anticipation, a thick blanket of silence draped over Thornwood Station. Sarah checked her watch for the hundredth time, her fingers tracing the worn leather of her notebook. Hayes's stern warning echoed in her mind: "Some stories are better left untold." Reeves had been equally adamant, his weathered face etched with a mix of concern and something else—was it fear?
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
The Day We All Started Hearing Our Future Regrets. AI-Generated.
It began with a sound that didn’t belong. At 4:13 a.m. in Reykjavik, a woman sat up in bed and heard a voice say, “You should have told her you loved her when you had the chance.” The voice was her own—but older, sadder. She was alone in the apartment.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran2 years ago in Fiction
B.E.R.T.H.A.
"These daily reports are amazing. Thank you so much for them." The President said. "Please, don't thank me..." I started, but he cut me off.
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Fiction
Red Sky Archive
They called it The Crimson Quiet. No sirens. No birds. No more prayers screamed into radios. Just the red sky that never left, and the things that walked beneath it.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Fiction
The Day It Started Raining Personal Clouds. AI-Generated.
It was a Tuesday when the clouds got personal. At first, no one noticed. A gray sky, a drizzle here and there—nothing unusual. But by 10:47 AM, every person on Earth had a small cloud hovering precisely two feet above their head. Not a shared storm. Not a city-wide weather pattern. Each individual, from toddlers in strollers to CEOs in boardrooms, suddenly had their own little weather system.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran2 years ago in Fiction
Mountain Nostalgia
After reading about this Scandinavian concept of hygge, I could only think of mountains. I have always liked them (despite having had a childhood surrounded by buildings rather than beautiful peaks). I always felt this Heimweh for the mountains combined with a Wanderlust that did not last long: I would explore my surroundings with my bike as a teen, and then go as far as my legs would let me (to the Rockies, to the Andes, to the Pyrenees).
By Laura Rodben2 years ago in Fiction
Love, Please Return
Love, Please Return Sometimes, love is about longing, suffering, and hope that will not give up. It is not always about happy endings. This is the real-life story of Rohan and Aisha, two souls who loved deeply but lost their way, only to realize that some hearts are meant to beat together, no matter how far they drift apart.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
Magnificent Magenta of Time Travel. Top Story - April 2025.
This piece was originally published on Medium almost two years ago. ************** A gargantuan grape-colored glow stick, the FlewChin bisects Glendale, California, and runs alongside the freeway until it disappears into another time.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 years ago in Fiction
Harry Potter vs. Fantastic Beasts: Which Series Did It Better?
The Great Wizarding World Debate was about to take place. The interiors of Hogwarts were filled with the flickering banners showing the world of Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts; the golds and blues mixing beautifully.
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Fiction
Adventures of Oahron (part 1)
Midyear in the morning’s playful sunrise, dew drips down drops from the tallest trees to embrace the bright green grass of our planet's lush surface. The climate shines at top-most splendor bringing a busy day into awaited cognition. A location very much welcomed in this sunny morning is little East Koru Town --- a warm place where the clouds echo a waving glow through the shaved windows of each small wooded home. The light is not fierce or overly steaming, but just enough to welcome daytime to the weary. Here within this tiny town, the day is just a bit more sluggish than other towns, with furry beast-like home dwellers waking up in mid-morning to prepare for the season's festival.
By Netanel Lynn2 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of Trust. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The rain battered the cracked windshield of the old pickup truck as it rattled down the empty highway. Inside, Mia gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white, her eyes darting between the road and the rearview mirror. Beside her, Ethan slumped in the passenger seat, his breathing shallow, a blood-soaked rag pressed against his side. The radio crackled with static, occasionally spitting out fragments of a news report: “...escaped convicts... armed and dangerous... last seen near Route 17...”
By Nims2 years ago in Fiction