Sci Fi
The Boy Who Spoke to Shadows. AI-Generated.
The Boy Who Spoke to Shadows Rayan was eight when he first noticed the extra shadow. It appeared on a quiet November night — the kind where the cold crept under doors, and the moon shone bright enough to make the whole room glow silver. He had woken from a dream he couldn’t remember, his heart beating too fast, his throat too dry.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The Library That Remembered Her. AI-Generated.
The Library That Remembered Her Arman had not planned to walk that way. He never did. The old district near the abandoned harbor was a place he avoided — every street carried the faint echo of her laughter. But that night, the wind felt oddly familiar, almost like someone was guiding him by the sleeve. Before he could realize where his feet were leading, he was standing in front of a building he had never seen before.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The Weaver's Truth
In a quiet corner of the city, tucked between a bakery and a bookshop, was Elara’s tailor shop, “The Mended Seam.” Its true treasure wasn't on display. It was a threadbare tailcoat of no particular color, hanging on a brass hook in the back, known only to those who were truly lost. Elara called it the Weaver’s Coat.
By Habibullah12 months ago in Fiction
The Fading Duty
Et verba facta sunt umbra. - And words became shadows. The teacher entered the classroom and looked around approvingly. Tall, strong, disciplined boys and girls — ready to defend the city and to soon be enrolled in a reproductive program. Each of them was already turning fourteen.
By Erian Lin Grant12 months ago in Fiction
THE LAST VOICE NOTE SHE LEFT ME
Her name was Ayla, and for three years, she had been the brightest part of my small, quiet life. We weren’t dating. We weren’t siblings. We were something in between—two broken kids who accidentally became each other’s lifelines.
By Muhammad Kashif 12 months ago in Fiction
DARC RAIDERS. Content Warning.
Thunder. Rain. I couldn’t wait to shut everything out, throw on the headset and grind some extractions in Darc Raiders. Our Discord group had been talking all week about some of the new updates they finally added to the ransom mechanic—capture another player, lock their account, demand in-game loot and currency. “Ultra-immersive” the devs called it. A player could only be held for 48hrs and after that everything resets. During the first 48, the captors could demand a ransom. Loot from your vaulted stash, loot from your friends, or Rubies (in-game currency) for your release.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher12 months ago in Fiction
Protocol A.R.I.E.L
The gravel crunches under the tires as Elias turns his truck down the narrow path that leads behind the old house. His parents' shed sits at the end of it—wrapped in tentacles of ivy. The tin roof has bowed under decades of weather; the corners dark with moss.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher12 months ago in Fiction
Fishing at the Edge of the World
I was disappointed when I caught a star-tinged guppy at the edge of the Earth. A space whale, or at least something bigger than my hand, would have been nice to show my village. But that’s not how the day went, and looking back, I should have been thankful I didn’t die out there. I was young and naïve, thought I could do it all alone. Boy, was I wrong.
By Melodramatic Maladies of the Mystical Mind12 months ago in Fiction
