Sci Fi
Lilith's Blessing 5
5. The world spun around him, gasping for air as water filled his lungs. Trevor flailed and kicked, trying to reach the surface. But the churning mass of muddy water and debris pushed him deeper into its depths. He jolted awake, drenched in sweat and disoriented.
By Travis J. H. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Crimson Balloon
The crimson balloon drifted serenely above the obsidian waters of the lake, a vibrant orb of warmth in a landscape cloaked in the heavy, brooding hues of twilight. It hung suspended between worlds, a pulsating heart against the tumultuous, storm-laden sky. Below, the lake mirrored this floating beacon, each ripple an artist’s brushstroke in the shifting masterpiece of reflection.
By Caleb Lahr2 years ago in Fiction
The Time Weaver's Redemption
The swirling vortex before her pulsed with an unsettling energy, a hungry maw threatening to devour time itself. Dr. Evelyn Thorne, her fiery hair mirroring the inferno within the device, swallowed hard. This wasn't a test run. This was a desperate gamble, fueled by a regret that gnawed at her like a starving beast. Five years ago, a younger Evelyn, brimming with youthful arrogance, had successfully sent a data packet back in time. The world hailed her a genius, but her triumph turned to ashes in her mouth. A ripple effect, unforeseen and devastating, had warped the present. Lush landscapes were now desolate wastelands, a reflection of the broken world she now inhabited. The price of her ambition: a dystopian nightmare. She was responsible. Her reckless tinkering with time had broken something fundamental. Now, with a heavy heart, Evelyn prepared to become the protagonist of her own tragedy, not just a witness. Her destination: the day she first activated the Time Travel Displacement Device. Stepping through the portal, the familiar hum mutated into a deafening whine. Time stretched and warped around her, a kaleidoscope of fragmented realities flashing before her eyes. She emerged, disoriented, in a sterile lab, the date glowing ominously on the wall – the day before her fateful experiment. Spotting her younger self, a whirlwind of nervous energy, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. Here was the chance to rectify everything. Yet, a sliver of doubt remained. Could she rewrite history without creating a new, unforeseen catastrophe? Taking a deep breath, she disguised herself, a ghost from the future. The younger Evelyn, on the verge of activating the device, bristled with excitement. It was Evelyn's moment to intervene. "Wait," she rasped, her voice unfamiliar. The younger Evelyn whirled around, startled. A tense conversation ensued. Skepticism gave way to disbelief, then a flicker of recognition dawned in the younger Evelyn's eyes. Tears welled up as she saw the ravaged world her actions had wrought, reflected in the eyes of her future self. With trembling hands, the younger Evelyn deactivated the device. A wave of relief washed over the older Evelyn, a burden lifted from her shoulders. But as the future shimmered back into existence, a new detail snagged at her attention - a news report playing in the background. A cure for the very disease she'd been trying to prevent through time travel had just been announced. The irony was a bitter pill to swallow. Her meddling, though well-intentioned, had delayed a scientific breakthrough. Yet, she had also saved the world from the unintended consequences of her actions. The future was different, yes, but not necessarily worse. Evelyn, a ghost from the future with a bittersweet victory under her belt, knew it was time to return. With a final glance at the younger Evelyn, now on a different path, she stepped back into the portal, the swirling vortex engulfing her once more. The world she returned to was still scarred, but a fragile hope flickered on the horizon. The future, though altered, held the possibility of healing. And Evelyn Thorne, having learned a harsh lesson about the butterfly effect of time travel, settled back into her reality, forever changed by her journey through the regrets of the past.
By Will James 2 years ago in Fiction
Oasis of Survival
The midday sun beat down on the dusty plains, baking the cracked earth. A lone female Triceratops, her bony frill a canvas of faded red and brown, trudged along the parched landscape. Her once proud head hung low, her ancient eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of greenery. Weeks of drought had ravaged their territory, forcing them to abandon their usual grazing grounds in search of sustenance. Her name, if dinosaurs even had such things, was forgotten. Generations separated her from the one who bore the name "Sharptooth," a testament to the ferocious predator that had claimed her mother's life. Now, Sharptooth herself embodied the struggle for survival. Her once plump belly was sunken, her powerful legs trembling ever so slightly with fatigue. Ahead, a faint shimmer danced on the horizon. A mirage, perhaps? Yet, something in Sharptooth's primal instincts urged her forward. As she plodded on, the shimmer took shape – a ribbon of emerald green snaking across the parched earth. Hope surged through her, a flicker of defiance against the relentless sun. Reaching the edge of the oasis, Sharptooth gasped. A small grove of lush trees provided much-needed shade, and a crystal-clear pool of water shimmered like a precious jewel. But the oasis wasn't deserted. A young Stegosaurus, its bony plates glistening in the sunlight, stood guard near the water's edge. Sharptooth froze. The Stegosaurus, barely a quarter of her size, was a herbivore, posing no threat. But territorial instincts, honed by generations of competition, flared within her. This oasis was a lifeline, and she wouldn't share it easily. The young Stegosaurus, sensing her presence, turned. Its large eyes, filled with a surprising intelligence, met hers. Then, a series of low bellows erupted from behind the grove of trees. A herd of Stegosaurus, much larger than the young one, emerged, their plates clattering as they lumbered towards the water. Sharptooth's heart pounded. A whole herd? She was outnumbered, outmatched. Yet, the sight of the young Stegosaurus, its stance unwavering, ignited a spark of understanding. This oasis was theirs, their only source of life in this desolate land. With a deep rumble, Sharptooth lowered her head, not in challenge, but in a gesture of peace. The lead Stegosaurus, a massive creature with weathered plates, stopped inches from her. The air crackled with tension. Then, a surprising thing happened. The young Stegosaurus, the one who had first spotted Sharptooth, nudged her head towards the water with a gentle bellow. It was an invitation, a truce in the face of a common enemy – the unforgiving drought. Relief washed over Sharptooth. She dipped her massive head into the cool water, savoring the life-giving liquid that quenched her thirst. As she drank, she noticed the Stegosaurus herd grazing peacefully nearby. Hunger gnawed at her, but the oasis wasn't brimming with vegetation. Sharptooth remembered a hidden patch of drought-resistant cacti, miles away, a secret known only to her kind. With a grateful grunt, she turned and lumbered away. The young Stegosaurus watched her go, its head held high. They were competitors, yes, but in this harsh world, even rivals understood the language of survival. The oasis, for now, was a shared haven, a testament to the unspoken pact forged between two magnificent creatures in the heart of a merciless landscape.
By Will James 2 years ago in Fiction
Author of Visions. Content Warning.
Redness made up the river Seine. On the waves read the name in bright white Impact typeface, PARIS. A woman talked on the phone, walking along the water. She spoke with hushed tones all the while. Her face could be cupped and held with tenderness.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
On The Moon In June
I have been here for three years alone. I am fascinated seeing the light in the night sky being Earth, my home planet. I came here with the crew to explore and look for minerals other valuables, as well as evidence of old alien civilisations or visitors.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Unveiling the Tapestry Exploring the Female Animal Mind. Content Warning.
The animal kingdom is a symphony of diverse lives, and within that symphony, the female mind plays a vital, complex role. Unlike humans, these creatures don't possess language to articulate their thoughts, but through observation, science is piecing together a fascinating picture. Here, we'll embark on a journey to understand the motivations, instincts, and surprising intelligence that drive female animals.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
Aliens real?
First, they - aliens can be our friends. Some scientists have hypothesized that those distant visitors are trying to contact us, but because we are not capable of understanding and decoding their response signals. Is this hypothesis too optimistic? It is also a question mark without an answer, because we do not have a small basis to cling to, even when they are present to us as well as our understanding of them. is a zero. From the information sources I have updated as well as having consulted many sources of information compiled from newspapers, media, friends... I think the aliens we often talk about are aliens. is true, but as for the exact place of residence in this vast universe with countless galaxies, no one knows. According to some information posted online, traces of aliens were discovered in some parts of the world: flying saucers, strange triangular objects, strange lights were discovered one after another. But perhaps the most interesting thing is not those things but the mysteries surrounding what purpose those distant visitors have when they come to our planet? It can be inferred from 2 trends:
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Fiction
