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Jesus in the Sci-Fi World
In the year 3057, humanity colonized countless planets, and artificial intelligence governed societies with flawless efficiency. Earth was no longer the center of civilization; instead, it was a forgotten relic, a museum planet where ancient artifacts lay buried beneath layers of time.
By PETER Jabout a year ago in Fiction
NEVERLAND SERIES: The Hook of Eyes Excerpts
A couple of excerpts from my nine-part dystopian series in the making inspired by the movie, The Quiet Place. This clan fight and defeat this alien species called the Xomrix or the Xim by the locals. This sequel is after the events of the first book. Hope you enjoy!! Part 1 will be out soon.
By Ava D. about a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Symphony of Secrets
In the heart of the small town of Maplewood, there was a house that everyone whispered about. The old Victorian, with its faded paint and overgrown garden, stood as a relic of a bygone era. To the townsfolk, it was simply known as the "House of Echoes," a place where time seemed to stand still and where secrets lingered in the shadows.
By RKabout a year ago in Fiction
The Journal
I had always taken pride in my high standards for whom I let into my life. Was I lonely? Yes. Often. I overthought almost everything in life. Which I believed was a secret weapon, a special power, but also a curse. That's why I started journaling. Joanne suggested it might help me understand myself better, or at least help me sleep at night. I am very much a person of order, or at least, perceived order. Things need to be in their relative place.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
Near death . Content Warning.
A necklace made her see the thing standing beside her. * It was an eldritch school year for Visty, she never experience hunger or so she thought. Everything and every assignment meant more to her than the health of her body and mind, but this pernicious pattern will cause her to experience things that will make anyone stutter.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
Voices III. Content Warning.
The following story is for Liam Storm's 1984 challenge... *** Reader Beware!!! *** ⌁⌁⌁⌁⌁ It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
By Rick Henry Christopher about a year ago in Fiction
The Black Dress
"Where is Makaylah?" I shook my head. She usually took long to pack her bags, but it had been almost an hour since she texted us. Ashleigh shrugged and picked up the bag of Cheetos.
By Alex Manegardenabout a year ago in Fiction
Wet Feet 2
Day One My phone has no signal out in the middle of the Caribbean Oceans. When I jumped overboard I didn’t anticipate it would take this long for my beautiful siren to find me. It’s been roughly 18 hours now and I finally decided to press record on the voice recorder of my phone. At least if my body is discovered dead of starvation they will know it wasn’t fowl play.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Fiction
A body on the bridge . Top Story - September 2024. Content Warning.
Lexi chose to come to the bridge where the body parts were found. Her coming was not connected to that poor soul, neither was she concerned about who did it and why. She was tired of her life and all the expectations that hung over her head.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
The crystal ball
There’s many reasons for history to be forgotten. There’s many memories history wants to erase. Some, so dark and gruesome that should never be remembered. Some that, even if wrong, should be kept present through generations as they foreshadow that evil that crawls into our future.
By Victor Chavarriaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lady in The Pool
The ripple in the pool could have been caused by the breeze. It wasn’t. It was caused by Sophia Andrews falling backward into the pool with a bullet in her head. Sophia Andrews was a silent partner in the hotel, among many other things—none of them good. If justice were indeed served, the cops would even let it go. But cops are cops, and someone had to pay for murder.
By Kenneth Lawsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Signal
The Silent Signal A faint glow from the monitor bathed the dimly lit room in an eerie blue light. Claire’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating. She was the only one left in the office, the clock ticking past midnight. Her colleagues had left hours ago, but she stayed back, determined to finish decrypting the strange signal that had been puzzling her team for weeks. It wasn’t just any signal; it was something different—alien, almost.
By Timeline Tellerabout a year ago in Fiction