Sci Fi
Test, Don't Test
Inspired by an interesting source: And I thank RMS for this Challenge: At least the weather was nice. Dr. Ally Sherman was happy that it was a beautiful day for the start of the study. The Institute of Psychological Media was glowing in the sun as she drove up and found her assigned spot. In her first week, they had explained what they were going to do with their grant money and support from other institutions and private companies. They were doing remarkable things with the human mind now, said Dr. Saleen. They can now project dreams during the REM state and we can actually use them to solve… Well, that was the problem. Ally looked down at the I.D. on her lanyard as she thought about the awkward pause that stood out from a very comfortable talk. What were they doing with this data? What was the Institute going to pursue in the future (the brochure and prospectus she studied that weekend were useless)? She said hello to the security staff that remained unsmiling as she passed down the hall. Why was she still thinking about that speech? It was going to be a long two weeks and she wanted to focus on the subjects. It was her big chance and every journal or magazine with an interest in science knew that this was going to be big.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Fiction
The Eye of the Library
The scroll-keeper Senmut had worked in the Great Library for thirty years, and in all that time he had never once seen the lowest vault opened. It sat beneath the reading halls of Alexandria like a held breath, sealed with a bronze door bearing a single carved eye — wide, unblinking, rimmed with the sacred markings of Horus.
By Jeffrey Allison2 months ago in Fiction
Ego Sum Pt. 3
Read Pt. 2 Here Marion was stopped as he stepped into work, being given a slip of paper as soon as his feet crossed into the building. Shannon didn’t say a single word as she passed over the paper, not even smiling at him. Her face was terribly blank, nothing being her eyes - just a deep, dark abyss.
By caitodoesstuff2 months ago in Fiction
What the Stone Remembers
It was the only sense left to her that did no harm. She could smell the rosemary before her fingers found it, could feel the give of ripe fig against her palm, could hear the bees working the thyme that grew wild along the cave's mouth. What she could not do — had not done in longer than she cared to count — was look at any living thing and let it stay living.
By Jeffrey Allison2 months ago in Fiction
Last Chance
June 3rd 5:00 AM I’m not normally up at this hour. I’ve actually been awake for nearly 72 hours. I know that soon the sirens will start again. They start every morning at 6:00. A blaring, loud, pulsating, high-pitched squeal designed to grab the attention of everyone in town. It’s been going off like that for months now.
By David E. Perry2 months ago in Fiction
Checksum Failed
A firmware update shouldn’t ask for your trust. It should fail silently. But sometimes, failure is the point. At first, it just sent texts. Little phishing scams that only the gullible fell for — crypto giveaways, fake delivery alerts, voice clones of exes asking for help. Annoying, but ignorable. People laughed, screenshotted, blocked. It was noise. Static. Until the obits started syncing with the scam logs. Until families started asking why the last text their loved ones ever opened was a pizza delivery update.
By Jesse L Shelley2 months ago in Fiction
Ego Sum Pt. 2
Read Part 1 Here The man arose the next day, starting the morning by taking a deep breath as his feet swung over the side of his mattress, firmly planting them on the wood below. The first thing he noticed was that his alarm had not gone off. The world outside was already basking in sunlight, despite the clock reading 5:55 A.M. The number flashed before him, a fiery red colour.
By caitodoesstuff2 months ago in Fiction
I Want To Be With You
A stranger sat at her table claiming to be her soulmate. They are both sipping coffee staring into each other's eyes. Searching for a love that is one of a kind. A choice is hard to find. Leaving messages in bottles, feeling stuck in one place. Every heartbeat echoes, a love yet to be unlocked. Every heartbeat whispers secrets only you can hold. There had been reports on the news of a potential time traveler who takes many forms and regrets the effects of what he can remember. Their identity, origin and purpose remain unconfirmed. However, several civilians have noticed his distinct blue hair and the color of his eyes are fresh and smoldering of this new arrival who they believe to be Tracie's soulmate of Emit Relevant.
By Tracie Sperling3 months ago in Fiction
A Shortcut at Night through a Desolate Landscape. Top Story - August 2026.
Phillip crushed a sizzling red butt into the roadside gravel with the tip of his sneaker. He’d stopped to call home, but it had been hours since he was in civilization and cell reception was useless.
By Amos Glade3 months ago in Fiction
Seven Minutes in Heaven. Content Warning.
There was something so beautiful about weightlessness. Too high up to feel himself free falling, but too low to the ground to feel the pull of anything but Earth, Brody was suspended in perfect balance between the Earth and the Moon. Through his helmet visor, he could still see the corner of the moon’s surface, painted against a backdrop of endless stars.
By Mortimer Ridgewood3 months ago in Fiction
