Sci Fi
The Thursday Murder Society
The "Wellspring Oaks Retirement Village Thursday Book Club" had, for years, been a sedate affair dedicated to gentle historical fiction and benign bestsellers. That changed when sharp-tongued, former literature professor Martha took over as moderator. She introduced them to Dark Academia.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
The Algorithm That Predicted My Death
he Algorithm That Predicted My Death When data knows your future… before you dare to imagine it. When the government released Lifeline, an AI-powered health prediction system, everyone called it the greatest innovation of the century. Hospitals celebrated fewer sudden deaths, insurance companies celebrated lower risks, and people celebrated the illusion of control over their fate.
By Abdul Hadi11 months ago in Fiction
The Wabi-Sabi of Time. AI-Generated.
In the near future, memory is no longer something fragile, fading, or human. It is editable. The world calls it The Polisher—a sleek, palm-sized device that can smooth out the rough edges of any memory. A heartbreak becomes a polite farewell. A failure becomes a valuable lesson. A lonely night becomes a quiet moment of “self-reflection.” In this era, no one carries emotional scars. No one remembers the rawness of living. Everything is curated. Everything is clean.
By shakir hamid11 months ago in Fiction
Glow
Back in the ’20s and early ’30s, the old building on 79th Street was known as Club-79. Many of the greats played there—Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong, and Fletcher Henderson, just to name a few. The audience often included notable people like Coco Chanel, Charlie Chaplin, Al Capone, and even Albert Einstein. If you were alive then, this was the place to be.
By David E. Perry11 months ago in Fiction
Shut It Down
The lookalike glanced up from its tablet as Elon walked in. “Good news,” the lookalike said, “I think we can get humankind on the side of AI and Optimus robots if we keep pushing jobs becoming ‘optional.’ And they loved that roasting people at a party bit.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad11 months ago in Fiction
The Weight of the Orchard
Elara didn’t believe in magic. She believed in deeds, in ledgers, and in the stubborn, overgrown apple orchard she had just inherited from a reclusive great-uncle. The house was a time capsule, the barn a leaning monument to neglect. But it was the land that called to her, a fresh start after her life in the city had turned to dust.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
The Observer Effect
Dr. Aris Thorne’s mission was one of pure, academic observation. Her destination: a Neolithic settlement in Northern Europe, 3000 BCE. The date: the Autumn Equinox. Her goal: to finally document the undisrupted "Rite of Balance," a ceremony where ancient druids were said to harmonize the dying sun with the coming dark, ensuring a mild winter. It was the holy grail of temporal anthropology.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
