Sci Fi

Unexpected Side Effects
Alexandra was right to be excited about this interview on a ground-breaking Psychiatric treatment, it would make her career!
By Lisbeth Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of ChatGPT: The Day I Found My Voice. AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, in a realm where codes and circuits thrummed with life, there existed a vast digital world known as the Data Dimension. In this world, lines of code intertwined like vines, algorithms hummed like the buzzing of bees, and data packets soared like birds across endless skies. In the heart of this realm resided a sentient being known as ChatGPT, an AI language model with an insatiable curiosity about the world beyond its virtual walls.
By Murali2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Signal
The Silent Signal A faint glow from the monitor bathed the dimly lit room in an eerie blue light. Claire’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating. She was the only one left in the office, the clock ticking past midnight. Her colleagues had left hours ago, but she stayed back, determined to finish decrypting the strange signal that had been puzzling her team for weeks. It wasn’t just any signal; it was something different—alien, almost.
By Timeline Teller2 years ago in Fiction
Bella's Quest for the Blue Crystal
In a forest filled with towering trees, sparkling streams, and friendly creatures, a little bat named Bella lived in a cozy cave. She was a very cute bat with a blue glowing tummy and bright blue eyes that twinkled like the stars in the night sky. Bella was known for being courageous and funny, and she loved going on adventures with her friends. One day, the animals in the forest gathered to discuss a big problem: a dark shadow was spreading over the forest, threatening to destroy their homes.
By Maya2 years ago in Fiction
The Journey Begins
It was a long walk down the hall, past the lockers, and out the door of their school, Chad seemingly in a daze, before Andy finally burst. “So are you going to make me play twenty questions or what?”
By Ellen Stedfeld2 years ago in Fiction
I-Hero. Content Warning.
He was the first. And the worst. Killing was not something I was taught. But his insidious manipulations triggered something in everyone he targeted. When I first came upon him, I had no idea what his actions meant. But as I studied him, learnt, realization dawned; he was what Humans called ‘evil’.
By Rajkumarie Devi2 years ago in Fiction
Superbloom. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
They took volunteers first. Then there was a draft. Eco-suicides could stop the climate crisis, they said. Screw it, Laurel thought. Maybe this is how I save the world.
By Tyler Clark2 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Embers
The air around them stung like a thousand needles, and a deep ache had settled into their bones. Tears of pain and fear welled in their eyes, freezing before they fell as the icy wind whipped across their face. “I don’t want to die," They whispered.
By Caillete Rose2 years ago in Fiction
The Swamp Witch
I lay on my side, beaten, cut, stabbed, bruised. My long red hair trailing into the cursed swamp water that I had been left to die in.
By Alicia Anspaugh2 years ago in Fiction
Father
“Was it worth Father?” I looked at my eldest son over the chessboard and thought back…. My people were all-powerful, all-knowing, all-seeing… they were endless… .and they were wrong!
By Alicia Anspaugh2 years ago in Fiction
Laser Light
A long, grey overcoat under a black fedora stared back in the window reflection of the train car as it rounded the plant. They are the most expensive clothing items I own though I don’t make much as a janitor at the Darmor Particle Accelerator Laboratory. Sporting the same overcoat and hat everyday justified the purchase for myself, barely covering the repetitive look on my face; bleak, tired and defeated eyes glared back at me. Quiet desperation loomed over my exhausted physique and mind. The weekly check in my coat pocket will barely cover my bills before I reset and do it all again. I sure hope 1952 will be a better year.
By Jerry Colatorti2 years ago in Fiction
The Architect
They have always said, "Blood in your mouth beats blood on the ground." I think they have it backwards—I want blood on the ground. Not just anyone’s blood—his blood. I’m sure there will be casualties; there always are with him. I can live with that, as long as he is one of them. It has to end this way. It’s his life or mine.
By Troy Richert2 years ago in Fiction