Sci Fi

Doctor Vellichor's Medicine
He looked worn, his face thinner, his hair longer. Collar undone, shirt sleeves rolled up, his waistcoat laid over the back of a chair. The wolfhound puppy at his feet chewed on his battered shoes.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Time Loop
In the bustling heart of the city, Dr. Nathan Carter, a brilliant physicist, stood before his invention—a sleek, metallic device pulsating with ethereal energy. It was his greatest creation: a time-traveling machine capable of bending the very fabric of reality. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, he activated the device, his hands trembling with anticipation.
By Syed Shahmeer3 years ago in Fiction
Bloody Snow
“Why are they ringing the alarm?” “We got snow coming in less than an hour!” Everyone was caught off guard. Predictions usually allowed for hours of preparation. Right now, my children were out with my father. He loved taking them out of the settlement to be among the trees; his favorite reminder of life before.
By Lily Séjor3 years ago in Fiction
First Signs of Life
I stumbled up the hill, tripping over my boots. The ice caps were proving more difficult to move across than I thought. Looking around at the barren landscape it was easy to feel hopeless. There was nothing except rocks, snow, and ice as far as the eye could see. When we came to the planet to search for life, I had anticipated the harsh conditions. I just hadn’t anticipated how fast chills infect the mind.
By Meg3 years ago in Fiction
Drex Nile
An extremely long time ago, in a galaxy tremendously far away from ours... Fifteen years ago, while Drex was a young, thieving pilot, desperately trying to make a living for himself on the planetary city-system of Coruscant, he found his hands soaked in blood.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Act
Harry Houdini, the name synonymous with escape and defying the impossible, vanished not on stage, but from his own locked apartment. It was 1926, and the world's greatest illusionist simply...poof...gone. Decades later, the mystery lives on, a thrilling enigma begging for answers.
By Robert Brown3 years ago in Fiction
These Green Eyes Don't Cry. Content Warning.
If you're reading this, I need you to help me. They've shut me in here and I can't get out. I've got to get out. I have to find him. I love him. And he loves me. I think. His friends love me, too. I think. They all did. A few times.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 24
I find Alice sprawled out face down on the bed like a sleeping bear. And like a sleeping bear, it takes a while to wake her up. She was always a heavy sleeper, with few exceptions, even when we were kids. I have to grab her by the shoulders and shake her hard before she even begins to stir.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
A Dream of Snow. Runner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge.
It snows for the first time in twenty years. Grey fills my vision, another colourless smudge in this eternally colourless world. Snow drifts like fallen ash.
By april3 years ago in Fiction
The Little Robot. Top Story - February 2024.
Once upon a time, there was a little robot. He was built by some clever people on a blue and white planet you know as Earth.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
My Alien Vacation. Top Story - February 2024.
For my school break, we went on vacation to a backwoods planet in some faraway galaxy. The inhabitants call it Earth. It is mostly visited by scientific expeditions and poachers looking for exotic pets to sell on the black market, but my parents thought that it would be a good learning experience for my little sister and me. They wouldn’t even let me take my immersive reality suit with me, so it was a real snore fest. At least, it would have been if they hadn’t let me take Zorg with us.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Fiction
The House. Top Story - February 2024.
The house wasn’t a home to any human. Anyone who’d ever been brave enough to venture into those woods knew that much, at least. But that wasn’t many people. The woods were pitch black in parts, and somehow seemed darker half of the time. No road led straight, and even the most accomplished trackers who’d tried to investigate the house came out of the woods days later, disoriented and battered, with no idea where they had been. It seemed the only way to find the house was by accident. Those who’d seen it were children, or teenagers, or sleepwalkers, or those so sad they’d simply wandered into the trees. The house called to them, and they answered. And sometimes, they came back.
By Emily Cummings3 years ago in Fiction