Sci Fi

'Her' Synaesthesia
In the deep crevices of night, she was wakeful, clawing at the air struck beats of life. A deep trance overcame her, rippling its way through the endless, streaming lights of neon. Her body swelled and flowed, almost weightlessly, escaping the deep. grasping grooves of outstreched arms. She was estranged from this world, new yet unware of the way it pulsed or kicked.
By Susan L. Marshall7 months ago in Fiction
Cloudfall
It’s been like this for over a year, I’m in the house, windows all boarded up and the door as fast as I can make it. Luckily they just tried to kick it down but it’s too strong for that. A couple of times I think Molotov cocktails have been thrown but the planks on the windows are more than good enough for that.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Fiction
The Cartographer of Extinct Stars. AI-Generated.
Lyra's fingers traced the constellation that shouldn't exist. The holographic star chart flickered in the cramped cockpit of her survey vessel, casting blue shadows across her weathered face. She'd been mapping the Void Quarter for three months—that forsaken wedge of space where stars went to die—and in all that time, she'd cataloged nothing but stellar corpses and cosmic debris. Until now.
By Alpha Cortex7 months ago in Fiction
what they were doing
Everyone said the Charmers had really known what they were doing fifty thousand years ago. Trema’s quandary was that no one had ever been able to figure out what they’d really been up to.
By majoki7 months ago in Fiction
Amongst Us
The alarm sounded at 5:30 AM with a soft bell. It was quiet—only about 15 decibels, slightly higher than the sound of human breathing. You wouldn’t think it was loud enough to be heard. No one else was disturbed by it. But 15 decibels were all it took to awaken Malissa.
By David E. Perry7 months ago in Fiction
too much
There are some insults even aphids can’t ignore. In 1999 Japanese researchers released their study of “old man smell” which they compared to the scent of crushed aphids.
By majoki7 months ago in Fiction
The City That Dreamed Back
In a quiet corner of the world, hidden between mountains that touched the sky and rivers that whispered secrets, there existed a city unlike any other. It was called Lumeria, a place where dreams were not just thoughts in the mind, but living, breathing realities.
By Ibrahim 8 months ago in Fiction
frass
While the xenologists, Cherinet and Litskovic, had gone on ahead, the survey team exogeologists, Vinnu and Samaan, hunkered down in their autopods battered by one of the unpredictable cyclostorms that made collecting samples and readings challenging. Coms were mega glitchy during these dust ups, so Vinnu reviewed previously collected data.
By majoki8 months ago in Fiction
Part 2 The Malfunctioning Time Machine. Content Warning.
I WROTE THIS, I EDITED THIS, IT IS NOT FAKE IT IS MY WRITING MY PROMPTS MY WORK. The Architect’s Quiet Hour: Rewriting the Destination
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 months ago in Fiction
Everyone Had a Number Above Their Head… Except Me
The first time I noticed it, I thought I was tired. It was a Monday morning, the kind that drags itself into your bones before your alarm even rings. I was standing in a crowded bus, sweat sticking to my back, when I looked up and saw it.
By Millicent Chisom8 months ago in Fiction
The Malfunctioning Time Machine Part One. Content Warning.
PART ONE The Malfunctioning Time Machine Opening Prose: When the Marble Remembered the Century The revolving doors exhaled her into the lobby like a secret the building had been holding too long.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 months ago in Fiction
Bucketmaster
Given how things turned out, I probably shouldn’t admit to giving Bucketmaster his name. We were kids goofing off at the playground one early summer morning, and this runt shows up with a steel bucket on his head. A dented galvanized pail with two eye holes punched out.
By majoki8 months ago in Fiction