Sci Fi

Apotropaic. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
I feel her in my mind, rolling my thoughts over her presence like a tongue exploring a stubborn bit of gristle caught between teeth.
By Catsidheabout a year ago in Fiction
Elon Phones Home
Elon sat in front of a monitor and stared at his duplicate. “You will have controlling stock in Tesla’s robot army?” the figure asked.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
Five-Minute Refund
Five-Minute Refund If you can undo one mistake a day, who owns the version where you didn’t? The first time I used the refund, I saved a stranger’s life and missed my train.
By Alex Marioabout a year ago in Fiction
The Elevator in the Winchester building on Winslet Street
We were born on the 3rd of October, in the hospital on Fourth Street, and our mother's called us Edward. We lived a block away from each other our whole lives. He lived on Strathman Avenue, a stones throw away from Portman Avenue where I lived until I was ten years old. When my family moved, I changed schools to the Catholic college in the east of town.
By Jaimieabout a year ago in Fiction
Neural Dream
Neural Dream When sleep becomes software, you don’t wake up — you update. The first night, I woke up with blood on my tongue and a word in my mouth that didn’t belong to me.
By Alex Marioabout a year ago in Fiction
The Other Way Home
On a wet April evening when the city had dimmed itself to a bruise, Lina stepped into a mirror and met the life she hadn’t chosen.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lonely Moon and the Dancing Stars
The Moon was a creature of quiet grace and perfect order. She followed her path across the sky with a serene and constant rhythm, bathing the world below in a soft, silver light. But in her heart, she carried a quiet sorrow. She was lonely.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Sustainable
“Tell me, Iswas, how many people can our earth sustain?” “That is not for me to say, Noyes.” “Then who will tell it, Iswas?”
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Less Traveled
One cannot speak of the Universe. One can only speak of rocking chairs, carnations and a pen. This is the path to understanding. Take it on good authority.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Into The Void. Top Story - October 2025.
Sera glanced out the window of the spaceship. Stars and planets littered the area around her. It was beautiful… but also a sight she saw every single day. The vast expanse of space was now their home. Ever since Earth became inhospitable, they'd been floating aimlessly through the void. It had been years, and there was still no sign of anywhere to set down roots—just humanity's last hope drifting on four massive ships.
By Emilie Turnerabout a year ago in Fiction
As the Future unfolds
AI merits —this in life: an alternate ego. How remiss of me to have overlooked such a possibility. In flesh Mandy was a million miles away from her AI twin Sandy..
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Fiction
The Signal Beneath the Ice
The Signal Beneath the Ice Some things are buried because we’re not ready to hear them. The wind over Halley-7 sounded like a saw through glass. It shaved the surface of Antarctica into shards and ribbons, erased footsteps in seconds, and carried the kind of cold that made bones remember it. Inside the station, the hum of generators pretended to be warmth.
By Alex Marioabout a year ago in Fiction