Sci Fi
The Android Detective: Help Wanted
Vesper Lyra leaned her lanky frame into the door to push through the entrance lacking working electronics. A simple, painted sign in a boring and nondescript font announced that one would find a Clyde Sharpman, P.D. inside. Among the bright lights, vibrantly coloured signs, and announcements everywhere else on Wetwater Street, how she even noticed the place was a mystery. Not to mention the roughly cut-out cardboard sign in the unit’s dirty window advertising that the private detective, Clyde Sharpman, wanted help.
By Jean-François Lamothe24 days ago in Fiction
THE CARTOGRAPHER'S LAST MAP. AI-Generated.
Mira Castellanos had mapped every accessible trench in the Atlantic Ocean except one. The Obsidian Rift sat twelve thousand feet below the surface, coordinates existing only in her grandmother's leather journal—a journal that had cost the old woman her sanity and eventually her life.
By Alpha Cortex25 days ago in Fiction
“I Found a Phone in the Forest — It Started Receiving Messages From 2045”
The forest behind my town wasn’t famous. It didn’t have a name on any map, and tourists never came. To most people it was just a patch of old trees, tangled paths, and the occasional deer. But to me, it was where I went whenever life felt too loud.
By Maavia tahir25 days ago in Fiction
The City That Sleeps for One Hour
Nerath was a city of contradictions. A jewel in the desert, its towers gleamed like glass spears piercing the sky, its streets pulsed with neon veins, and its people thrived in a rhythm of commerce and culture. Yet beneath its brilliance lay a rule whispered from cradle to grave:
By Salman Writes27 days ago in Fiction
The Trappist Adventure: Chapter 4
Darkness surrounded him as he lay on the cold floor and let the sensation ease the pain of his wounds. Johnny didn’t know how long it had been since their capture. He only knew that it felt like an eternity in hell. Even worse, Johnny had no idea what they did with the doctor.
By Jason Morton27 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of Resistance
The streets of Bristol were alive that day, though not with the usual hum of buses and chatter, but with the heavy pulse of voices that demanded to be heard. I had not intended to join the protest—I came to observe, to write, to bear witness—but once I stepped into the swell of people, the energy was impossible to ignore. The banners waved above heads, each one a story, a demand, a prayer. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt mixed with the faint tang of chalk from hastily scrawled messages, leaving the air electric.
By imtiazalam27 days ago in Fiction
A "Wolf", a Girl and Her Grandmother. Honorable Mention in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge.
The Observer's eyes had no whites; they were simply two glowing red points in the dark. His face, which a human might describe as unmistakably wolf-like, was covered in luxuriant red fur. An elegant, black-tipped nose — moist with his breath — and a long lipless mouth with a double row of white teeth completed his visage.
By Brian Loo Soon Hua27 days ago in Fiction
The Cat in the Box
The humans have a story about one of us. How do I know this? It's because they talk among themselves while they take care of us each day. Sometimes they'll even listen to things through these little white button-like objects they place in their ears. Occasionally they'll take these out and share with each other things that they find fascinating. One of the things I've overheard them talking about is the cat in the box. They never agree about what happened to this cat, which shows just how carefully they were listening.
By Special Little Whiskers Kitten Sanctuary27 days ago in Fiction
