Sci Fi
Serving time in the Light Pool
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< ******* >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Everyone listen up! Sanchez found a hotspot in the Python Router. We strongly believe it to be the location of Blays Chronometer; the holy, God-damned trinity to end this hellish game. You 'all know what this means, right?”
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Fiction
Pain-God
After my appendectomy, I asked the anesthetist about how my depth of anesthesia was monitored. "We monitor processed EEG waves, frontal lobe activity that quasi-linearizes balances between GABA and an index value that documents your sedation. Above a certain number, it assures deep-enough sedation."
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Exploring the Power of Fiction in Modern Society
In today's fast-paced world, fiction plays a crucial role in shaping our understanding of society, ourselves, and the world around us. From books and films to television series and video games, fiction has the power to entertain, inspire, and provoke thought. In this article, we will delve deep into the various ways in which fiction influences modern society and why it remains such a powerful and relevant medium.
By BLESSING COOL 3 years ago in Fiction
Reflection of the Ancients
The Whispering Woods lay like a world not too dissimilar to our own yet veiled in the mists of magic and mystery. It is a wise forest, ancient beyond time. Trees spoke with sighs and whispered secrets to those who dared to listen.
By Charlene Ann Mildred Barroga3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Eternity
In the bustling metropolis of New York City, where the neon lights danced with the rhythm of life, stood a towering skyscraper known as the Nexus Corporation headquarters. Within its sleek glass walls, Dr. Jonathan Hayes toiled tirelessly in the pursuit of scientific advancement, his mind consumed by the mysteries of time and memory.
By Mardiya mustapha3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Tree
In a world consumed by concrete jungles and industrial landscapes, there existed a lone tree—a solitary sentinel standing amidst a sea of asphalt and steel. Its branches stretched towards the heavens like fingers grasping for sunlight, its leaves whispering secrets that had been lost to time. It was the last tree—a symbol of life in a world teetering on the brink of oblivion.
By Ernest James3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 26
Once we get inside the carriage house, we climb a ladder up into the tool loft and take position by the window. The window isn’t big enough for both of us to stand watch together, so we take turns. Rachel takes the first shift while I pull over a couple of boxes to sit on.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction







