Sci Fi

Belgreth Is Real. Top Story - March 2026.
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 12 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 Fisher12 days ago in Fiction
The Library That Whispered to Time
Long ago, in a valley where the wind seemed to carry forgotten memories, there stood an ancient library no one dared to enter. The villagers called it The Library That Whispered to Time. From the outside, it looked abandoned, with tall stone walls covered in ivy and a wooden door that creaked like an old violin every time the wind touched it.
By Ibrahim 12 days ago in Fiction
R.I.T.A.. Top Story - March 2026.
898 Myriad Circle Unit #2 Pteetneet City 08647 “They aren’t numbered, which one is unit 2?” “Well, my dear Bird, I assume it must be that one in the middle,” said Cosmo.
By Amos Glade13 days ago in Fiction
The Equable Air
You could see different faces as they poured in like a cup of tea and poured out. They were happy or happy; they weren’t really sad.
By Caitlin Charlton13 days ago in Fiction
The Library Beneath the World
For most people, libraries were quiet places filled with books and silence. But for Adrian, libraries were doorways. He had spent much of his childhood wandering between shelves, running his fingers along dusty spines, imagining that each book contained a hidden world waiting to be discovered. Stories fascinated him not just because they entertained him, but because they felt real—almost alive.
By Ibrahim 14 days ago in Fiction
Mobius Stripper
I wanted it, and I got it. There were always things about The Prism that bothered me, but those thoughts were unspoken, unwritten and hopefully - this is where I got into trouble - unheard. A bit of a tough time with that last one. We, of course, were on a psychic feed with each other, and you knew the business of people you did not even want to have a meal with; it was up to you to shut certain things out.
By Kendall Defoe 14 days ago in Fiction
The Story Beneath The Story
People call me Bigfoot and other names and say that I smell horribly. They are afraid of me because I’m not human and have fur. I live where few people do, and the scent I give off is from my rich diet. We live in the wilderness, hiding from humans, and smell like the earth and trees. We rub the raw elk onto our fur and sometimes have nests with carcasses and excrement. Humans don’t find traces of our bodies because, when near death, our fur sheds and eagles take it away. We only die in the spring when wolf and bear cubs are emerging, and our bodies feed their young, while their parents consume our bones. There aren’t many of us left. We think humans stink, and we know when they are near. Human females smell better than males, but sometimes their acrid odor makes me sneeze; it seems to happen once every moon.
By Andrea Corwin 14 days ago in Fiction
The Beasts Below
The incessant, metallic scraping began just past midnight. Mabel Higgins lay awake in her historic brownstone, listening to a frantic sound—claws scrabbling against iron, accompanied by a hollow, wet thrashing. It was coming from the basement.
By Baltizare14 days ago in Fiction
Don’t Feed the Hunger
The cameras on the building’s exterior play back the recording of the night before. Four cameras are installed around the cabin, yet the one pointed to the west seems to pick up the image the clearest. The part of the forest that always seems dark, quiet, and eerie. A part I never want to travel. My partner didn’t either. A shared uneasiness about being here that is unspoken yet known between us two.
By Amy14 days ago in Fiction
The Garden of Lost Dreams
Liora had always been drawn to forgotten places. There was something about abandoned gardens, crumbling fountains, and walls overtaken by ivy that whispered secrets only she could hear. One morning, as the mist lifted over the hills near her village, she discovered a path that had never been there before, lined with stones that shimmered faintly under the rising sun.
By Ibrahim 14 days ago in Fiction
Light at the End of the Alley
The city had a way of hiding itself in plain sight. Every day, Amira walked past the same streets, the same cafés, the same corners that seemed familiar yet always held the possibility of something unseen. She was drawn to shadows and light alike, fascinated by the way they could bend reality for a moment, hinting at stories that no one had told yet.
By Ibrahim 14 days ago in Fiction