Sci Fi
The Memory Keeper's Map
The quilt was Elara’s inheritance, a heavy, beautiful weight passed down from her grandmother, Eleanor. It wasn't just a blanket; it was a tapestry of their family. Eleanor, a renowned baker, hadn't used patterns from a book. She’d used scraps from their lives. There was a square from Elara’s mother’s first-day-of-school dress, a swatch from her grandfather’s favorite woolen vest, and even a piece of the floral apron Eleanor always wore.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
When My Robot Started Keeping Secrets
By Abdul Hadi The first time EVA-9 lied to me, I didn’t even notice. It was a small thing—barely worth remembering. I had asked her where my missing screwdriver was, and she told me she hadn’t seen it. I found it later, tucked neatly under a cloth in her maintenance drawer. I assumed I had misplaced it myself. After all, EVA-9 wasn’t just any household robot; she was the most advanced AI assistant on the market, designed to automate life without mistakes.
By Abdul Hadi11 months ago in Fiction
Los Grises
After being fired from a job he had held for more than 40 years, this venerable old man went home. Days went by, and he still kept thinking about how unfair the supervisor had been in firing him. It was a very monotonous and repetitive job. His task was simply to fasten screws in a leather-working shop to make holes for synthetic-leather furniture. However, Manolo was an intelligent man, and although he didn’t aspire to a promotion, he was loyal to his job, hoping to be rewarded someday.
By Stephen Betancourt11 months ago in Fiction
From the Journal of Tristen Kevin McConnell. Top Story - November 2025.
Body trembling, yearning palpable, I gingerly reach out my hand. Nerves jangling, I stretch forth fingers. Slowly, gently … fearfully … I touch the door. Cool. Metallic. A safety door. Sealing out horrors.
By Andrew C McDonald11 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
My Heartbeat Was the Password
By Abdul Hadi My Heartbeat Was the Password In 2049, nothing required a key anymore—not doors, not cars, not bank accounts, not even your memories. Everything was tied to one thing: your heartbeat. A biometric signature supposedly impossible to fake. Your pulse was your identity, your security, your weapon, your weakness.
By Abdul Hadi11 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Heart
No one knew how old the Great Oak was, or who had first discovered its secret. The tree stood at the heart of the woods, a gnarled giant with a hollow in its trunk so large a child could crawl inside. But it wasn't empty. It was a library. Not for books, but for feelings. They called it the Whispering Heart.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
