Sci Fi

The Leonardo Paradox
The world reassembled itself in fragments. First came the smell – not the familiar musty scent of the museum's archives, but something sharper: woodsmoke, unwashed bodies, and sun-baked stone. Then sound returned: the clatter of wooden wheels on cobblestones, distant shouting in rapid Italian, and the cry of gulls overhead.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
THE IRON GULLET OF LAKE VELES
FISH WITH BOLTED JAWS Élodie Beauchamp’s morning catch writhed in the net like shrapnel in a sack. Thirty walleye spilled onto the dock, their mouths fused shut with iron bolts. One fish thrashed violently, copper-plated gills humming Kerrivan Mining’s anthem: “From Earth’s cold womb, we bring the future’s bloom!”
By Ian Mark Ganut2 years ago in Fiction
Digital Love Unplugged: How One Artist Battled to Save His AI Muse. AI-Generated.
Beyond the Canvas: A Digital Love Julian’s studio was a sanctuary of muted light and lingering scents of paint and turpentine. The rooms were scattered with canvases—unfinished portraits, abstract dreams, and landscapes that teetered between the surreal and the real. He was a man of solitude, with eyes that had seen too many shades of loneliness. Every day, after the world outside had dimmed into a quiet hum, Julian would sit before his latest creation and let his brush dance on the canvas, pouring out the silent conversations of his heart.
By The Last Love2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Past
Echoes of the Past The wind howled through the ancient forest, carrying with it the whispers of a thousand forgotten tales. The trees, gnarled and twisted with age, stood as silent sentinels, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers toward the heavens. Beneath their canopy, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a reminder of the cycle of life and death that had played out here for centuries.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
The Doppelgänger Effect
The Doppelgänger Effect In the quiet, mist-shrouded town of Eldermere, nestled between ancient forests and a whispering river, there was a legend that no one spoke of but everyone feared. It was the tale of the Doppelgänger Effect—a phenomenon said to occur once every century, when the veil between worlds grew thin, and shadows took on a life of their own. It was said that during this time, a person might encounter their exact double, a mirror image of themselves, but with a sinister twist. To meet one’s doppelgänger was an omen of impending doom, a harbinger of chaos that would unravel the fabric of one’s life.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
The Memory Thief
The Memory Thief The town of Evermere had a secret. At first glance, it was like any other quaint village—cobblestone streets, ivy-covered cottages, and a marketplace that bustled with cheerful voices. But in the heart of Evermere stood an ancient bookstore, **The Hollow Quill**, owned by a man few dared to speak of: Elias Thorne.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
Valentine’s Day
Valentine’s Day The snow fell softly over the small town of Willowbrook, blanketing the streets in a quiet, shimmering white. It was February 14th, Valentine’s Day, and the town was alive with the hum of love—roses in shop windows, heart-shaped balloons tied to lampposts, and couples strolling hand in hand through the frosty air. But for Clara, this day was just another reminder of what she had lost.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
One Last Time
One Last Time The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the small coastal town of Seabrook. The salty breeze carried the faint scent of blooming jasmine, mingling with the briny tang of the ocean. It was a place where time seemed to slow, where the waves whispered secrets to the shore, and where memories lingered like the tide.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
In a world where Earth is dead and only machines remain, can love still survive? . AI-Generated.
The Silence After The Earth is dead. Cities lie buried under ice, oceans churn in eternal twilight, and the sun looms like a dying ember. Humanity’s legacy? A satellite named I am (Steven Yeun), orbiting as a digital tombstone, and a weather buoy, Me (Kristen Stewart), adrift in a frozen sea. Their voices—bleeps and chirps—are the only sounds in a universe stripped of life. But in this emptiness, a love story begins, one that transcends time, bodies, and the very definition of existence .
By The Last Love2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Carnival: A Lullaby of Shadows and Teeth (chapter one-seven)
Chapter One The Veil of Twilight Where yesterday there had been just mist and woods, the carnival suddenly appeared as a jagged silhouette at the edge of Hollow's Brook, resembling a scar on the horizon. With her motor coughing into silence, Evelyn parked her rust-eaten automobile at the gravel road's mouth. The villagers had steered clear of her inquiries, their gazes darting to the forest as though the trees might listen in. After polishing the same spot on the counter for a whole minute, the gas station attendant murmured, "Don't go there after sundown." "It isn't intended for living people."
By Francis Royce 2 years ago in Fiction
The Starlight Curse
In a world where magic coursed through the veins of the earth, two beings existed on opposite sides of a forbidden divide. Selene, a Moonweaver, could spin silver threads of moonlight to weave dreams and illusions. Eryx, a Starborn, was born of stardust, destined to blaze across the heavens and never linger in one place for too long. The laws of their realms forbade them from meeting, for the Moonweavers drew their power from the stillness of the night, while the Starborn thrived in endless movement and light.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
What would you do for love?
Time seemed to be playing a game with us as the professor made the final calibrations. The lab remained silent, except for the slight hum of the servers. The very servers that we poured blood, sweat and tears into making. The very servers that contained the emotion of every lost relationship, every night spent sleepless, hungry and depressed.
By Yusuf Darasi2 years ago in Fiction