Sci Fi

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“Get a job! You need to work!” “That’s all I ever do. Work.” “You sit around all day, consuming media and eating junk food. How’s that work?”
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Fixed Action Pattern
“Follow your nose. Trust your instincts. What bullshit. Might as well say a bedtime prayer cause that’s all you’re doing when you go with your gut.” Traisa took a swig and set her highball glass down.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sun in Her Palm
Isabelle inserted the flash drive labeled “NEVER” into the computer and, after a moment’s hesitation, pressed Enter. The image broke through the hiss and blur — a street-cam feed, unstable but real. From the very first seconds of the video, Bella realized she had always been looking the wrong way. She had built her life around tomorrow — blind to what lingered behind, never daring to uncover the buried pieces of her past.
By Erian Lin Grantabout a year ago in Fiction
The Launch
Too late to stop the rocket from launching, Elon’s lookalikes disguised themselves as tourists and dispersed among the spectators outside Cape Canaveral.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
Moonlight for the Homeless
The city was a machine of forgetting. It forgot the names of the people who slept in its doorways, it forgot the faces huddled under its bridges. Kael was one of the forgotten. His world was a tapestry of cold concrete, harsh lights, and the averted gazes of a thousand strangers.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Through the Keyhole. AI-Generated.
He had already decided it would be a good day before the bakery door swung shut behind him and the warm buttery air let him go. It wasn’t bravado or denial or any of the little lies you tell yourself on Mondays. It was simply that the morning had the right weight. The sky was pale and kind, the city smelled faintly of rain-that-hadn’t-quite-happened and yeast and bicycle chain. The paper bag of croissants breathed heat into his arm and the coffee cup in his other hand was the kind of too-strong that promised competence. His stupid yellow jacket — the one she mocked with affection, the one that made him feel like a reflective vest had decided to be happy — bounced a little sunbeam into his eyes as he walked.
By Cliff Nawiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Look
It started with a flicker. Just a small glitch on one of the security feeds, nothing unusual for a night shift. But something about that motion caught my eye. Camera 12. The east hallway.
By Kismat Mabout a year ago in Fiction
Keyhole Therapy
Looking through your keyhole would only take a few minutes, giving me a much clearer idea of what I'm working with in these sessions.
By Sarah O'Gradyabout a year ago in Fiction
AlterNative
The email back from MemeGene was a bother. Molly Alana McGinn had not really wanted to do the DNA test, but her mother had paid for it for her birthday and she felt compelled to follow through.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
zero summa cum laude
Trisara climbed the bone-white steps, spiraling up without end. Around and around. Every thirty steps there was a broader landing with a narrow window open to the elements. It was snowing lightly outside, though a few windows down it had been rain. She watched the flakes for a few moments and then continued, the hem of her heavy robe shivering over the cornice of each step.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Cape Canaveral
With his lookalikes’ spacecraft heavily guarded, Elon had no choice but to commandeer one of his own rocket launches in Cape Canaveral.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Door That Wasn't a Door
The key to the thirteenth floor was heavier than the others. It was an old, skeleton-key thing, iron and tarnished, attached to my janitorial ring with a separate, sturdy chain. My boss, a man named Mr. Henderson who smelled of stale coffee and resignation, had handed it to me on my first night with one instruction: “Sweep the hall. Do not, under any circumstances, open any of the doors. Especially not 13A. The locksmith is coming next week to change the lot.”
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction