Sci Fi
The Words Of The Sole
“Amen.” The congregation uttered the word in a melodious tone, the sound filling the old church. The word echoed back from the walls and vaulted ceiling. The Morning sun shining in through the stained-glass window, illuminating the pews in a dazzling range of colours. Dust motes danced in the beams of multi-coloured light.
By Brian Terenceabout a month ago in Fiction
An Archaeological Twist
Chapter 1. The archaeologist’s gloved hand brushed away the lichen; small flakes of stone crumbled to nothing, causing her to pause and almost to pull her hand away. The surface was so old, so fragile. But even through the gloves, she could feel the indents in the surface. They must mean something, but what?
By Brian Terenceabout a month ago in Fiction
Ahead In Time
Chapter 1. Zet stood leaning over his desk. The screen was always angled to give him a headache. It didn’t matter how he adjusted it. Just somehow, it was never quite right. The image was always a little blurred, triggering eye strain. This only added to his frustration with the universe in general and those around him specifically.
By Brian Terenceabout a month ago in Fiction
Are You Listening
“Sam. Are you listening? We don’t have much…” Bryan Egar King was born on June 5, 1912. He was the oldest son of Melvin and Margaret Towns. Although the family name was Towns, his parents gave their firstborn son the last name King, hoping that he would amount to great things. Four more children followed, each carrying the family name Towns.
By David E. Perryabout a month ago in Fiction
Aurelius Ascends (part 2)
Geneva, Earth The arcane bunker, which, for secrecy and privacy, could be accessed only via sublevel two of the local hospital's main electrical backup department, was currently housed there for clandestine reasons. It had previously been accessible only via a series of 320 abruptly descending stone steps to reach the 192-foot sheer depth (58.5 meters), and was originally fitted with cheap wooden railings on both sides for stability, alongside electrically powered bulbs for lighting; those had failed over the years, making the trip down increasingly unreliable when making the descent to the bunker, particularly as the deeper down someone went, the more the stone walls and steps had been damaged by natural surface water seeping in through the rock face.
By Jonathan Townendabout a month ago in Fiction
Summer Snow. Honorable Mention in Out of Season Challenge. Top Story - September 2026.
The first snowflake landed in my champagne. For a second, I thought it was ash. It was Christmas Day in Queensland, the sort of day where the heat was suffocating. It sat on your shoulders and pressed against your skin until everything stuck – hair to neck, dress to spine, thighs to chairs. The tiles around the pool were almost too hot to walk on, the air above the barbecue shimmered, and the cicadas screamed from the gums beyond the back fence.
By Emilie Turnerabout a month ago in Fiction
Stitch: The Flash-Freeze of '96
While the rest of the riders at the Orlando regional track were choking on dust and chasing brackets, Bane was trying to drown out the oppressive, ninety-two-degree Florida heat. It was late October of 1996, and the air behind the staging lanes smelled heavily of sunbaked asphalt, race fuel, and hot metal. He leaned his shoulder against the rusted frame of a tool trailer, spinning a pedal with the toe of his skate shoe. To everyone else, he was just another local kid killing time before the next moto. In reality, he was completely detached, exhaustion pulling at his eyes.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Fiction
