Sci Fi

The Starweaver's Last Thread. AI-Generated.
Mira's fingers moved through the void, pulling threads of starlight into intricate patterns that would become tomorrow's constellations. She worked alone in the Loom Chamber, suspended in the space between dimensions where causality bent like silk.
By Alpha Cortexabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
Okay...... Content Warning.
Everyone walks and just keeps walking. No one stares or says a thing; they just keep walking. They say nothing as she walks among them. Her beauty is overwhelming, yet her pigmentation doesn't set off alarms. She looks as though she's been drinking too much carrot juice or has taken too many beta carotene tablets.
By John Scipioabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
Rock And Roll
His name was Eddie Funsull, they took him one night, put him in a van and took him away. They didn't like him, his music, or the way he looked. He stood out. He was one of the few Black guys in the Goth rock scene in town. But it wasn't because he was Black that they took him, it was the fact that he wasn't afraid to be what he sang about. Rock Music was his life. He lived for it. When he took the stage, it was as if he transcended time and space, as if he wasn't part of human existence. He'd sing of love lost, love yet to be, he'd sing of the freedom of existing beyond the constraints of conformity, about being that creature that we all longed to be but feared because of the doldrums of life, family, and its traditions.
By John Scipioabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
Unfinished Business
It’s hugely satisfying to watch the person who murdered you go bonkers. Gyrsen was thrashing like a madman as company security restrained him outside the boardroom. He frothed and spittle flew everywhere as he pointed my way, screaming, “He’s here! He’s right here! He’s going to kill us all. Don’t you see what’s happening?”
By majokiabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
The Day Time Forgot to Move
There was a day no one noticed. Not because nothing happened. But because something impossible did. Time… stopped moving forward.
By Ibrahim about 14 hours ago in Fiction
Hue and The Discovery of Manipo (Chapter 1). AI-Generated.
Being able to manipulate time — and slip into nearly any moment in history — comes with advantages so vast they’re almost impossible to rank. But two always rise to the top.
By Lorenzo Blandabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
Why a Real Zombie Apocalypse Would Probably Fail
They’re the living dead. Our nightmares wrapped in rotting flesh. Brain-hungry monsters that shuffle through our favorite shows and movies like they own the place.
By Areeba Umair2 days ago in Fiction
What We Become
The sterile, metallic tang of an unknown room that has never known a breeze. The back of my tongue tastes of copper; a conductive zing that reminds me of licking pennies as a curious child.
By Tas The Artist 3 days ago in Fiction
Right Instead of Left. Content Warning.
Vera usually kept quiet, but tonight Marigold’s elaborate fantasy of metamorphism into a mosquito made her erupt with laughter. Marigold had been interned on Serapis for stealing and consuming nearly a gallon of O-positive from a blood bank on Earth.
By Bride of Sound3 days ago in Fiction
The Insulted and the Miraculous. Content Warning.
My mother and I found ourselves in one of those establishments--Italian, perhaps, or some pale imitation thereof--where the air is thick with the scent of garlic and the clatter of plates, and every glance from a stranger feels like an accusation.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR3 days ago in Fiction
Belgreth Is Real
I’m here to tell you how the story of Dracula came to be. The entire premise stems from my travels and the stories I learned along the way.
By Andrea Corwin 3 days ago in Fiction
THE DARKENING OF THE DESCENT
"Chaos and darkness. We imitate their union. Seeking perfection until it's a diagnosis. A disorder. Perfection is not harmony.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher3 days ago in Fiction