Sci Fi

Otra Vez
Call me anything but Ishmael. That, I could not take. I’d jump ship. And it’s not any easy thing to jump ship on a jumpship like the Otra Vez.
By majokiabout a month ago in Fiction
Off Leash
Akeisha could see her breath in little puffs against the pale dawn. Cold. Cold. It was definitely autumn now. The brittle brown leaves crunched beneath her feet as she took her place on the lip of the big grassy bowl where they gathered most mornings.
By majokiabout a month ago in Fiction
THE INTERSTELLAR VISITOR IS "ERUPTING": NEW IMAGES SHOW ICE VOLCANOES ON 3I/ATLAS
A "Dead" Rock Comes to Life: The Awakening of 3I/ATLAS Just when the global scientific community thought they had 3I/ATLAS figured out, the interstellar visitor has thrown another massive curveball. We were told it was just a quiet, tumbling ball of ice speeding through our solar system—a ghost form a distant star. But it turns out, it isn’t quiet at all. It is actively erupting.
By Wellova about a month ago in Fiction
The Letting Go
Arthur believed in lines. Straight edges, trimmed hedges, and clear, clean spaces. His garden was a testament to control, a green chessboard where every plant knew its place. So, when autumn arrived, he saw it not as a season, but as a prolonged act of vandalism.
By Habibullahabout a month ago in Fiction
The Static Hour #5
Night had fallen. The streetlights outside the window cast a hazy, yellow glow. The air in the pharmacy was permeated with the faint scent of herbs.
By Water&Well&Pageabout a month ago in Fiction
The Static Hour #4
Yongkang walked out of the cinema. The afternoon sun beat down on the street, heat shimmering faintly on the flagstones. The air was dry and thick.
By Water&Well&Pageabout a month ago in Fiction
NASA AND ESA BREAK SILENCE: NEW IMAGES OF 3I/ATLAS RAISE MORE QUESTIONS THAN ANSWERS
The Official Narrative vs. The Visual Evidence This week, NASA and the European Space Agency (ESA) finally released new, high-resolution images of the interstellar object designated 3I/ATLAS. As the mysterious visitor speeds toward its closest encounter with Earth on December 19, the agencies are framing this as a routine scientific observation.
By Wellova about a month ago in Fiction
The Static Hour #3
The pharmacy was closed for the night. His mother was busy in the kitchen, and the shop lights were dim, leaving a faint, lingering scent of medicinal herbs on the counter.
By Water&Well&Pageabout a month ago in Fiction
Quantum Jitters
“Did you feel that?” Gilly asked. Samson sat up calmly and reached for his ice axe. “No. I didn’t feel anything.” The couple was at nearly 9,000 feet resting on the edge of the glacier that corkscrewed precipitously to the top of Guth Peak, elevation 10,627. It was mid-morning, the early September sun bright and dangerous.
By majokiabout a month ago in Fiction
the monsters from before
498.72 meters down in Olkiluoto, off the southwest coast of Finland, the digging stopped abruptly. That’s when they called me.
By majokiabout a month ago in Fiction
The Static Hour #2
The sun still rose in the east, slanting its light across the quiet town. At 07:19 exactly, the bakery's wooden door opened on schedule, and the air immediately filled with the scent of fresh bread.
By Water&Well&Pageabout a month ago in Fiction
The Static Hour #1
The afternoon in the small town was thick and still. The air carried the faint, sun-warmed scent of laundry detergent from clothes hung out to dry, a simple aroma punctuated by the crisp, bright click-clack of an abacus from the distant rice shop.
By Water&Well&Pageabout a month ago in Fiction