Science Fiction

Ashes of the Forgotten Pact – Part 4
The skies above Hollowmere still wept ash by morning. Charred rafters jutted like broken teeth from the skeletons of homes, and the once-bright banners of the town square lay soaked and torn in blackened puddles. The Spiral remained etched into the stone, cracked and flickering with pulses of dying light—like a heart refusing to stop beating.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Approach of Calagan
The trip to Calagan was somber. Though the crew survived insurmountable odds, the loss was heavy on all that survived. The Kira had taken just under half of the Dayla’s crew. Sitting in my cabin my desk covered in papers. In front of me sits a blank page with my pen laying across it. The emotion almost boiling over as I read over Kyden’s death contract. A death contract, I required every member of my crew to write one, it being their dying wish if the waters were to take them. “Cap?” A quite vocie calls.
By M. W. Larsen8 months ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Forgotten Pact – Part 3
Smoke greeted them before dawn. It rose in a slow coil above the low hills, a black ribbon winding through the morning fog like a noose suspended from the heavens. The village of Hollowmere sprawled beneath it, once a quiet settlement of cobblestone lanes and lantern-lit bridges, now etched with crimson runes that pulsed like infected veins through the earth. The Spiral had taken root. And it was feeding.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
Message from the Future – The Bizarre Adventures of the Quirkston Family
Dinner at the Quirkston house was about to become a full-blown nutritional disaster. Paula Quirkston had invited guests over — a big deal in their part of the suburbs — and boldly promised them a traditional delicacy: boneless fish stew. Never mind that she didn’t actually have any fish, or money to buy fish, or the slightest clue how to cook said stew without setting off the smoke alarm.
By Angela David8 months ago in Chapters
Message from the Future – The Bizarre Adventures of the Quirkston Family
It was a calm Wednesday evening in the Quirkston household — at least, as calm as things ever got around there. After another one of Paula Quirkston’s semi-edible dinner experiments (potato casserole that somehow tasted like pencil shavings and regret), the family was preparing for their usual nightly ritual: television.
By Angela David8 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
Brussels was a world away from Marlowe Bay. Cobblestone streets and Gothic architecture replaced sandy paths and wooden piers. The salty tang of the sea was traded for the scent of roasted coffee and damp stone. And Ava, for the first time in her life, felt split down the middle.
By Krypton 8 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
In Marlowe Bay, summer had its own rhythm: lazy mornings, sunny afternoons, and evenings when the air smelled of salt and hope. Ava had begun to fall into the beat of it, like a dance she hadn’t realized she was learning.
By Krypton 8 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
Marlowe Bay awoke with a golden yawn, the sun casting shimmering ripples across the water’s surface. Gulls wheeled overhead, their cries sharp and distant. Ava watched the sunlight make patterns on the ceiling's wooden beams as she slept in Liam's bed. She had stayed the night, though they had simply talked and fallen asleep in one another’s arms. There was a calm between them now—a soft steadiness, like the tide pulling gently at the shore.
By Krypton 8 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
The following morning brought an unusual chill to the seaside air. Mist hovered over the waves, softening the horizon. With a piping hot cup of tea in her hands, Ava stood at the railing of her porch. She watched as the fog slowly peeled away, revealing the sleepy outlines of fishing boats bobbing in the distance.
By Krypton 8 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
The following morning, sunlight poured into the windows of Ava’s cottage, soft and golden, drying away the last trace of the storm. Tangled in sheets that had a faint scent of the sea and lavender, she slowly opened her eyes. There was a stillness to the air, the kind that only came after a night of rain—like the world had pressed a reset button.
By Krypton 8 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
The Marlowe Bay Summer Festival was a mosaic of light and sound that filled the heart of the sleepy town with vibrant energy. Lanterns dangled above the streets, glowing like fireflies as dusk fell. Laughter and the music of a local folk band playing on a temporary wooden stage mixed with laughter from every corner. Ava observed the celebrations as they progressed from the town square's edge. She wore a casual navy dress and a loose braid over her shoulder, her sandals tapping nervously against the pavement. She wasn’t sure why she had come. Maybe it was the lemonade promise. Maybe it was the look in Liam’s eyes earlier that day. Maybe it was the part of her that was tired of running.
By Krypton 8 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
Chapter 1: Waves of Change The sea breeze was different here. Ava Bennett stepped off the bus and took a deep breath, letting the salty air fill her lungs. She closed her eyes and listened. Waves crashed in the distance, seagulls called overhead, and the faint hum of a sleepy town morning hung in the air. It wasn’t just the landscape that felt new—it was the sense of possibility, of change.
By Krypton 8 months ago in Chapters