Sci Fi

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 storiesabout 6 hours 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 about 8 hours 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 about 9 hours 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 Baltizareabout 9 hours 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 Amyabout 12 hours 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 storiesabout 19 hours 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 storiesabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
The Boy and the Alien Friend
A Sci-Fi Tale: Samer and the Alien Creature Samer was a diligent student, obedient to his parents, and loved by his friends and neighbors. Yet, he faced a significant challenge: his vision was extremely weak. Even with glasses, he struggled to see clearly, missing many school days and finding it hard to live normally. He always prayed to God for his eyesight to improve, dreaming of becoming a doctor one day—a dream that now seemed almost impossible. Every week, Samer visited his grandfather’s farm, enjoying the greenery, fresh air, and the calm of the countryside. One evening, as he sat under his favorite tree, the sun disappeared behind the horizon. He began walking back to the farmhouse when he noticed a sharp light moving behind one of the trees. Curious, he ran toward it. He discovered a small creature, no bigger than a newborn kitten, with soft, glowing skin. Its eyes emitted a bright light, and it made faint, pained sounds. As Samer picked up the strange being, a voice echoed clearly in his mind: “Stay away from me. Don’t hurt me.” Samer was shocked. The creature had not spoken aloud, and no one else was around. Another voice followed, also in his mind: “I am speaking to you, Earthling.” Bewildered, Samer asked aloud, “Who are you? How can you speak to me like this?” The creature replied through mental communication: “I am in your hands because you carry me. I communicate via telepathy since you cannot understand my language, and I cannot understand yours, Earthling.” Samer paused, unsure what to say. “Who are you, and why call me an Earthling?” “I am Kamo from the planet Cicada. We came to Earth to collect samples for study, but my ship malfunctioned and crashed here. I need time to recover and for my team to rescue me.” Though overwhelmed, Samer answered, “I don’t fully understand, but I mean no harm. I want to help if I can.” Kamo explained, “You can help me by bringing a power source to recharge my communication device so I can contact my team.” Samer thought quickly. “We have batteries, electricity, even coal. Which works for you?” “All of them,” Kamo replied. “Our technology adapts to any power source.” Samer carefully carried Kamo to his grandfather’s house. Using a small wall socket, Kamo plugged in his tiny device resembling a pen, and it began charging. As they communicated, Samer learned about Kamo, Cicada, and the creature’s intelligence. Despite his small size, Kamo was wise and kind. Hours later, Kamo contacted his team. Ready to return to Cicada, he handed Samer a small gift, a palm-sized bag, warning him not to open it until he left. With a tearful goodbye, Samer watched his new friend depart. After Kamo left, Samer opened the gift. Inside, he found Kamo’s communication device and a small bottle of “Lightflower Drops.” He pressed the device’s button, and Kamo’s voice spoke clearly: “Hello, my Earthling friend. This device will keep us connected. And the drops will help your eyes—you’ll see clearly soon.” Samer applied the drops and went to sleep with hope in his heart. The next morning, he awoke to a transformed world. His vision was perfect. Every leaf, every blade of grass, and the vibrant colors of the farm were crystal clear. Filled with gratitude, Samer exclaimed, “Thank God! Now I can return to school and pursue my dream of becoming a doctor!” He often thought of Kamo, cherishing their bond. The alien’s gift had not only restored his sight but also opened his mind to the wonders of the universe. Samer learned that kindness, curiosity, and courage could bridge even the greatest distances between worlds. Through this adventure, Samer realized the importance of compassion and bravery, understanding that sometimes, the universe sends unexpected friends to guide us and change our lives forever.
By storiesa day ago in Fiction
A Message From the Future
When I was younger, I used to believe that the future was something distant, something that would arrive slowly and politely at the door of my life. I imagined that one day I would simply wake up and everything would make sense. My dreams would be clear, my path would be obvious, and the questions inside my mind would finally have answers.
By storiesa day ago in Fiction
Quiet Armageddon
“The price of oil has now reached over one hundred dollars a barrel. The highest it has been since twenty twenty-two.” Sylvia half-listened to the voice on the radio as she turned into the Tesco car park. She was more concerned with remembering what she actually needed: cat litter, milk, and probably bread.
By J.B. Millera day ago in Fiction
XVAR
Introduction The letters “VAXR” came into my head and I thought how could that be a story? I then rearranged them to “XVAR” because I thought that VAXR was close to Vaxxer and that might cause ructions with COVID anti-vaxxers. However, I think everyone who can be safely vaccinated should be vaccinated, I know so many people who have been affected by and frightened by the effects of COVID that I believe I should do everything I can to stop the spread of the virus, but that is way off the target of this piece of fiction. However, the end could be the same.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred a day ago in Fiction
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 Lamothea day ago in Fiction