Sci Fi

Grounded
Dear Mother, I know I broke the rules and it’s a punishment, but I've learned my lesson, promise! Please don't banish me here for the whole Earther lifetime! It feels like a hundred cycles for us, not one!
By Cristal S.about a year ago in Fiction
Journey to Hope. AI-Generated.
The days on Hope passed in a blur of strange beauty and quiet unease. The crew had begun to map the surrounding terrain: smooth hills of silver grass, still lakes that reflected twin suns, and soil that pulsed faintly beneath their boots. Every reading they took made less sense than the last.
By Emma Fischerabout a year ago in Fiction
Country vs. City . Content Warning.
In a Cooperative in the Country Annie bolted out of bed and to the window, stumbling over piles of clothes and books. She knocked over her uniquely organized piles of clutter gathered as leering visitors to her bedside as she demanded her legs move faster and her eyesight focus sooner. Only black loomed before her, as visions of her dark bedroom pricked on the edges. This is it, her brain blared in terror as she threw back the curtain from the window.
By LJ Pollard about a year ago in Fiction
🏰 The Haunted Palace of Ras Al Khaimah
In a land where glass towers rise from golden sands, one palace in the Emirate of Ras Al Khaimah stands apart—not for its luxury, but for the chilling legends whispered about it. The Al Qasimi Palace, often called “The Haunted Palace of Ras Al Khaimah,” is a place where grandeur and mystery coexist, where tales of jinn, strange lights, and unearthly voices blur the line between myth and reality.
By Muhammad Daud about a year ago in Fiction
A Boy Who Sent Wishes to the Moon
Leo was a boy who lived in a world that was often too loud and too fast. His parents were busy, his classmates were noisy, and the constant hum of the city was a blanket that smothered quiet thoughts. But Leo had a secret: he was friends with the Moon.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
DON'T BLINK
I don’t know when it started. Maybe it was the rain from that afternoon. Heavy, rhythmic, drumming a cold insistence against the office windows. Maybe it was that blink I didn’t notice until afterward, when the world had quietly shifted a fraction of a second ahead of me.
By Pamela Dirrabout a year ago in Fiction
Journey to Hope. AI-Generated.
The year was 3857, Earth had fallen silent. Once blue and alive, it now hung in space like a rusted coin dry oceans, burned skies, cities swallowed by dust. Humanity had taken everything it could from its cradle and left behind a lifeless shell. For centuries, people drifted through the dark in giant space stations, praying for another home. And then they found one. Four hundred seventeen years away, hidden behind a dying red star, astronomers detected a planet. Its atmosphere shimmered with oxygen, its surface glowed faintly with oceans and clouds. The data was impossible to ignore. Humanity called it Hope.
By Emma Fischerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Nyxorian Bond:
The sky was filled with solemn hues of red and violet. The smell of blood filled the noses of those that had not yet fallen. The radiant and floating city, once hailed as a heavenly utopia, now overflowed with the screams of the last of its people.
By Kayla Habout a year ago in Fiction
winding down
Snug in my craft, taking each spacetime curve to a smooth jazz arrangement of “Just My Imagination,” it became clear. Things were slowing. We were winding down.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Contingency Plan
The world plunged into darkness. But the Beaufords managed to keep the lights on. They didn’t venture outside. They didn’t need to. They had each other and they had their supplies to ride out the catastrophe that had enveloped the world.
By Dean Traylorabout a year ago in Fiction
The Crimson Glacier Mystery
In the heart of Antarctica, where the sun barely rises and the wind sculpts the ice into ghostly shapes, an anomaly had puzzled explorers for decades: a river of crimson water cutting through the blinding white. For years, local expedition teams whispered about the “Blood Glacier,” claiming that the flowing red beneath the ice was inexplicable, almost supernatural. Tourists who glimpsed it spoke of ancient curses, while scientists dismissed it as folklore.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
The Before
“Why then?” Protectively, she froze at the center of the device, as if it would shield her from his question. Ceily finally emerged from the sleek nanocarbon posts which supported the shimmering tendrils of crystalline fiber to face her brother’s accusations.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction