Sci Fi

The Sleeper Agent
Detective Frost walked briskly into the room, taking a quick stock of his surroundings. Your standard Tokyo 'slightly-bigger-than-shoebox' apartment. There were two doors; one would lead to a bathroom and another to a bedroom. This room was the living area, dining room and kitchen all rolled into one. Dispensers lined one wall along with a microwave and a laser-cooker. Couldn’t make out the fridge, but it was bound to be hidden somewhere on the ultimate home-cooker’s utility wall. There were two couches with a coffee/dining table in the middle, all oriented towards the 98 inch media screen. The screen was currently showing a not-so-serious show about hunting robots and what looked like an email inbox.
By Sean Selleck2 years ago in Fiction
World’s End
On the planet Axxon 9 two races of beings known as the Carxai and the Taarinians having been warring for centuries. For a millennia the green fleshed Carxai ruled over the blue fleshed Taarinians with tyranny and oppression, until the Taarinians rose up and led a successful rebellion against the Carxai which led to a 300 year war of numerous battles. In the present day a Carxus military leader known as Veerus Rayne is on a renegade mission with Carxus military scientist known as Calman Morr to detonate a nuclear weapon in the Taarinian city of Centrallis.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Lilith's Blessing 15
15. Land of Ahkana Surrounded by darkness, Trevor blinked, unsure if his eyes were open. Nothing reflected off his iris’. He felt restricted, but nothingness surrounded him. Anxiety filled his soul as the overwhelming pressure of being lost in a void suffocated him.
By Travis J. H. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Price of Eternity. Top Story - March 2025.
"Welcome to Drax Industries: the Home of the Future. Please enter your State identification code to begin." Kaylie shifted her weight and wet her lips, staring at the prompt on the holographic screen for a while longer. Her fingers hovered over the number pad, but she couldn't bring herself to do what it asked. It wasn't like she didn't want to. After all, who wouldn't jump at the chance to live forever?
By Natalie Gray2 years ago in Fiction
The Templar Survival Guide to New York
Beautiful traffic cop Lisa's hand is shaking as she writes the ticket. The man in ancient costume insists the Harley is a temple registered ride and shows an "alien driver's license" stamped with a fiery dragon.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
The Templar Survival Guide to New York
When Richard woke up to the smell of cheese, his silver sword was stuck in the Domino's pizza oven. His last memory is at the walls of Constantinople in 1453, where an Ottoman arquebus pierced his embroidered burqa.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
The Templar Survival Guide to New York
A spatial and temporal anomaly occurs at the Chinatown bakery, where freshly baked croissants stand still in the air. Wang points out that it's the Alchemist's “Butter Curdling Spell”, which must be broken with equal amounts of heat and laughter.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
The Templar Survival Guide to New York
Hobo Emma's astrologer suddenly receives a Vatican band signal from a smart speaker in St. Peter's Basilica claiming to be the new Pope.2 Richard gets down on one knee to listen to the bull, and discovers that the other side is announcing pizza promo codes in Morse code.3
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
The Templar Survival Guide to New York
Under the Brooklyn Bridge, Richard discovers Quantum's thugs. These men have transformed homeless people into cyborgs and forced them to use a brain-computer interface to decipher the “Holy Grail” - actually a limited edition Starbucks gilt cup.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
The New York Templar Survival Guide
On the Manhattan Stock Exchange floor, Richard winced at the throbbing sea of numbers. The Alchemist Brotherhood's hunting order had actually been made into an NFT, updating his coordinates in real time on the blockchain.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
The Memory Pawnshop.
As the enamel clock on the counter strikes seven, I touch the implanted chip that burns at the back of my neck. The third customer of the day, wrapped in a musty tweed coat, taps his memory card on the sandalwood countertop, the value of the card displaying a blood-red -47%.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
the crack of dawn
When Su Evening was checking the codes of the ancient books for the 23rd time, the monitor screen suddenly pulsed with snowflake patterns. She rubbed her sore wrist and got up to find that the 12 shelves of Song Dynasty literature in Area D were vaporizing, the yellowed pages disappearing into the air like erased pencil marks.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction