Sci Fi
Before the Sun Arrived
The first morning it happened, Mara thought it was a trick of the streetlamp. She woke before her alarm, before the garbage trucks, before the first commuter train dragged its metallic sigh across the edge of town. The sky outside her bedroom window was still a dark, uncommitted blue. The kind of blue that hasn’t decided whether to become morning.
By Flower InBloom14 days ago in Fiction
The Day the Internet Went Silent
The Day the Internet Went Silent At exactly 9:17 a.m., the world stopped refreshing. No notifications chimed. No emails arrived. No feeds updated. Phones, once warm with constant use, cooled in the hands of confused people everywhere. At first, everyone assumed it was temporary—a glitch, a slow network, a routine outage.
By Marie Kromah14 days ago in Fiction
The Baby in the Break Room
At 9:00 a.m., the siren sang its polite two notes—ding, ding—and the building returned its practiced silence. Mara set her mug on the corner of her desk where the ring stain had been carefully outlined with a thin strip of tape. She’d done it on her first day, back when she thought it mattered.
By Flower InBloom14 days ago in Fiction
History Voucher
Bonzai Dinewell zoomed into the living room with a bag full of goodies. He kicked off his electric boots and collapsed onto the sofa beside his android dog, Fletch, who had been upcycled from old watering cans. His partner of many years, Comet, glanced up from his tablet and eyed the records sticking out of the bag.
By Chloe Gilholy15 days ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Availian. Content Warning.
A wrathful blizzard scoured the surface of the Earth in nature's call for retaliation. Not a single inch was spared from nature's wrath. There was too much corruption and darkness roaming in a world meant for balance and life. The humans who dwelt there refused to take notice of the warnings as they vied for power and dominance. They sucked the planet dry of its resources to empower themselves, and then they focused on war. Turning their cruelty onto their own kind. Soaking the world in innocent blood. It was the poor who suffered the onslaught of the rich and powerful. There was no compassion or remorse for those who called themselves the world powers. They only thought of themselves and their comforts as they ravaged their own lands and then forged on to ravage the lands of others. Their greed and lust for power made them want what others had, and they forced their way into the ranks of neighbors. Bending the people to their will so that they could call themselves superior in their domination over life. Soon, rights were revoked, medical care denied, starvation took root, and the homeless outnumbered those who could afford homes.
By Valdeara Wallberg15 days ago in Fiction
Made for Love. Content Warning.
2086 — Tokiton, Eurasia. I open my eyes for the very first time. I take a look around. I can assume I am at a laboratory — pale white walls, big screens emitting blue light while displaying codes all over, at least five holo-boards with calculations written on them. And many, many silvery robot arms like a spider queen hovering above my face. What's a spider?
By Carolina Drouven17 days ago in Fiction
