Science Fiction
Inversion - 8. AI-Generated.
Part III: Quantum Chrysalis Chapter 8 Maya’s lab became Laurel’s second home, though home was perhaps the wrong word for a place that looked so much like a hospice. Two weeks had passed, and his weight loss was only declining faster despite Maya’s attempts at intravenous nutrition. The IV solutions helped a little, but they weren’t going to save him in the end.
By The Myth of Sysiphus5 months ago in Chapters
The 48-Hour Invasion. AI-Generated.
The invasion took record time to start and end. It was a matter of two consecutive twenty-four-hour days - the span of a weekend spent with friends or a holiday away with a loved one in a cozy cabin. Two freaking days, and the world ended.
By DASL Writer5 months ago in Chapters
Penumbra - Chapter 4
After the world stopped shaking and the grout in the floor tiles coalesced into straight lines again, I struggled to my feet. A darting speck of movement caught my eye; a scorpion skittered under the toe-kick by the kitchen sink. The back door had blown open when the swamp cooler kicked on and pressurized the house. Groaning, I stepped out into the night, not bothering to close the door behind me.
By Thomas Speer5 months ago in Chapters
Penumbra - Chapter 3
She was my height, and though her insubstantial form lent little detail, the outline of her hair was clear enough, the general shape of her body familiar enough, and the slouching posture reminiscent enough to leave little doubt I was looking at my mom. Her drifting white form walked though the kitchen towards the living room as though I wasn’t there. As she walked by, a familiar tune wafted through the still air -the waltz-y opening notes to “I Love Lucy”. The smell of Virginia Slims hung over the kitchen like an aura, but these senses yielded to silence and stagnation as the vapor-spirit passed further into the house, disappearing into the black hallway toward her bedroom. I let out a small gasp as the breath I had been holding finally broke the silence. I stayed and took several deep breaths, calming myself. I started off after the figure, feeling my way along the hall into the darkness. My eyes had begun to adjust as I continued into her room.
By Thomas Speer5 months ago in Chapters
Penumbra - Chapter 2
Time seemed to prowl around me like a hungry animal. When I started breathing again, I coughed up a cloud of dust. Light had gone completely in my absence, and in the night sky, a stream of silver stars wove light enough to examine my trembling hands. Ten fingers, ten toes. I thought. At least I didn’t get turned into some alien or anything. I stood and stretched. The stiffness told me I had been on the ground for some time. I looked up to assess the time.
By Thomas Speer5 months ago in Chapters
Penumbra - Chapter 1
Shards of terracotta clay fanned out across the yellow dirt, skipping into Choya bushes and under what was left of the exploded boat. A disquieted critter, maybe a lizard, skittered from underneath the wreckage and into the treacherous thicket of cactus in the failing light. I dropped my Red Ryder down on the boat shell and shook my head. “Not making that mistake again” I muttered to myself. It didn’t matter if the mysterious critter had a diamond ring around its little tail. Nothing was worth going anywhere near a Choya bush.
By Thomas Speer5 months ago in Chapters
Inversion - 7. AI-Generated.
Chapter 7 The nausea struck again as Laurel hunched over his desk, trying to focus on quantum field equations that swam before his eyes like tadpoles in murky water. Three days of dry heaves, and his body felt hollow, a discarded shell. The campus health center had run more blood work, urine tests, even did an MRI. Nothing. Dr. Mukherjee had suggested stress when he called her, perhaps delayed concussion symptoms, and prescribed rest. Rest. As if he could sleep when his stomach felt like it was digesting itself.
By The Myth of Sysiphus5 months ago in Chapters
Who's the real Monster. Content Warning.
Waking up I turned my head to see that neither Ed nor Matt were here. The door was already closed, it must be passed lights out. Slowly sitting up every muscle in my body protested against the action. All of me hurt. Noticing that both my clothes and bandages were covered in blood. Those two must've cleaned and covered my wounds while I was knocked out.
By Lucy Torralba5 months ago in Chapters
The Dream Collector
Dr. Sarah Umbra adjusted the delicate sensors embedded within the memory foam, her fingers tracing the nearly invisible network of neural receptors that had taken her team three years to perfect. The pillow looked ordinary enough—soft gray fabric, standard size—but beneath its surface lay technology that could capture the electromagnetic echoes of sleeping thoughts.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Chapters
