Sci Fi

Biopunk
This cyberpunk-enlivened subgenre happens sooner rather than later and analyzes the (regularly dim) outcomes of bio-designing.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Fiction
Children's Story
This subgenre of Science Fiction centers around components that appeal to kids, from early perusing ages through 12 years old. Regular subjects incorporate experience, independent rocket ships, outsider companions, and, obviously, robots.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Fiction
Steampunk
Set in the nineteenth century, these accounts use steam to control progressed apparatus. Inside this Victorian substitute history subgenre, there exists cutting edge innovation that utilizations steam as its fuel source.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Fiction
Apocalyptic/Post-Apocalyptic
This subgenre centers around characters and plotlines after a significant world debacle has happened. You'll regularly discover topics like local area and its job in endurance, annihilation of biological systems, human instinct, and tragic governments.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Fiction
The Many Deaths of Deacon
Pain, so much pain! My bones are on fire, I can’t think… Feels like a damned elephant is sitting on my chest! where’s that bloody nurse? What kind of circus are they running here, anyway? I need my pain meds, this doesn’t feel right, not right, no… oh no, oh no! I’m not ready to die!
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
Aliens
This subgenre highlights extraterrestrials and contains topics, for example, dread of the "other," intergalactic conflict, and disclosure of/correspondence with other conscious creatures.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday
Hugo Darley hitched his trousers to his knees and inspected his left leg. It had been throbbing the last few days and he couldn’t work out why. Varicose veins stretched around his calf like a lavender spider’s web, but there was still plenty of muscle definition at the back. He was concerned over nothing.
By Caitlin5 years ago in Fiction
Milk 2.0
This is the private journal of Samuel Clemens
By Gerald Holmes5 years ago in Fiction
THE HAND
The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning tires and plastics. The low hung clouds of noxious fumes crawled across broken streets and into the hollow windows of abandoned houses. The cavities and gaping orifices of this dead town silently screaming in a frozen rictus... the empty skulls of what life was. That was before. Before the virus, before the pandemic, before the vaccine, before the political rupture, before the chaos of the riots, before martial law was declared and even before the first of the effects were realized. Then, there was the Noche de Muertas. It was now almost 5 full years since 95% of the world's population had simply not woken that brisk November morning. Those scattered few that had found themselves ran from initial shock to panic to disbelief to hysteria. Some went straight to madness, others went slowly. Those that didn't find death from starvation, malnutrition, simple, mundane medical issues or exposure to the environment, actively sought it out after the first few months. Now, after four and a half years... the only people left were either significantly mad, in severely acute and complex yet functional ways, or they were stubborn. Being able to determine which was which wasn't always easy.
By Ken Rieke5 years ago in Fiction
The Price of War
“If you are hearing this, it means you have triggered the event. I am sorry, my brother, that it has come to this. Honestly, even though I know it is for the best, I still hope you never hear this message. This plan was my idea, one born from desperation. I found a quote from a woman from Earth that I hope you understand, now. 'The cost of war is like an immeasurable tremor that knows no borders, its shockwaves reverberating across the world resulting in universal suffering.' You‘ve destroyed too much for me not to try this, but you’re still my brother... and I love you. Goodbye. End message.”
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
Ulae
Unnoticed by mankind,on a hot summer evening,something happened that would destroy the dreams and life of two young people and change the world forever.
By Linda Lorraine Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Device of Hope
"My locket! My locket! Johanna, have you seen my Locket'? Mya searches the street corner where she was standing and tried to retrace her steps when she felt another shove from a stranger hurrying to get inside their home. Mya could not understand why that person even touched her. There were only roughly 6 million people left in the world. There was plenty of space to walk. Johanna her little sister was a few yards away from her searching for the locket. Mya wanted to hurry and find the locket so that she could get home and write in her diary about the day's events. Today's diary entry was going to have a lot to do with the pending excitement.
By LATANYA N CHATFIELD5 years ago in Fiction