Sci Fi

What is creativity?
Jasmin was walking down the corridor. She knocked on the door. Research director Dr. Allen bhabha told her to come in. She noticed Dr. Allen’s narrowed eyes, a sharp glance directed at her, conveying a clear message of disapproval without the need for words.
By shrey 3 years ago in Fiction
Dispatches from the Future. Content Warning.
Date: April 26, 2424 Author: Nova Solara Introduction: Greetings, fellow cosmic wanderers, and welcome aboard the virtual vessel of Beyond the Stars! I am Nova Solara, your guide through the boundless expanse of the cosmos. In this inaugural post, let us embark on a journey beyond imagination, where advanced technology, interstellar travel, and encounters with extraterrestrial beings are the norm rather than the exception.
By DARK HART3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Librarian: The Custodian of Forgotten Wisdom.
The only background noise unaffected by all the events around was the monotonous hum of the air conditioner for Anya. Shuffling slowly through the deserted aisles of the Archive, she lightly played with the books' cold spines with her gloved hands. The archive wasn't a library in the conventional sense; instead, it was the digital mass of the Exodus, an inter-generational ship that carried the remainders of humankind. It was climate change that made life impossible on Earth and one lone librarian, Anya, became the custodian of all the knowledge and culture of a culture that no longer existed.
By Ishraq Ahmed Hashmi3 years ago in Fiction
116 A Jagged Peek
The Mars Colony was situated at 600 feet elevation above "Datum," the name for sea level on 25th-century terraformed Mars. It was on the Tharsis plains anchoring the shield volcanos, Montes Arsia, Pavonis, and Ascraeus. These three peaks, in a row, reminded Murphy of the three stars on Orion's belt.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Moonlight
In the heart of a forgotten town, where the cobblestone streets whispered tales of bygone days and the stars painted the sky with their ethereal glow, there lived a vampire boy named Ji-Hoon Moonshadow. His existence was a solitary one, haunted by the shadows of his past and the insatiable hunger that gnawed at his very essence. But amidst the darkness that surrounded him, there flickered a glimmer of hope—a yearning for something more, something he scarcely dared to believe in.
By Sara3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Forest
In the heart of an ancient, forgotten forest, where time itself seemed to pause, whispers of olden tales and enchantments rustled through the leaves. These murmurs spoke of forgotten heroes and ancient civilizations lost to memory.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
Home
In the dimly lit city streets, Owen’s heart pounded in his chest as he navigated the maze of alleys and side streets. The oppressive heat of the night was intensified by the residual warmth from the ever-present sun, now grown into a menacing gas giant in the sky. Without his protective UV suit, Owen's skin would have been instantly seared by the deadly radiation.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
Project Genesis
Josh's heart pounded as he held the photograph—a picture of himself dressed in an astronaut jumpsuit, standing beside his Aunt at NASA. His mind reeled. He hadn’t set foot in NASA since his Aunt's passing years ago. How was this even possible? His thoughts swirled with confusion and a torrent of questions.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
The Need To Know
Emerging from the cozy confines of the camper, a small figure squinted into the brilliant morning sunlight. Today promised to be exceptional, if they could just get started. The young man glanced back, his patience waning.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
In To Get Out
Captain Forge descended below deck, finding her seated by the ethereal crystal that powered the ship. Her wild hair needed taming, and a bath and fresh clothes would do wonders. He mentally noted to find some suitable attire for her.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
The Perfectionist's Eclipse
The director was infamous for his perfectionism, a trait that constantly irked his crew. He demanded take after take, striving for nothing less than perfection. Now, with his most promising film nearing its end, they faced their final night shoot, set in the desert on the roof of a car, featuring a boy and a girl.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
The Lucky Star
The portal had betrayed him once again. But this time, Professor Gregory Reyvannes was fortunate enough to find himself near a beach rather than a pit of quicksand. With a sigh of frustration, he waded out of the azure waters onto the soft sands of a glowing island. "You can't escape me," he muttered, shaking the water from his coat.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction