Science Fiction
I'm Not Scared, YOU'RE Scared!
The forest was alive with whispers. Trees creaked as though sharing secrets, the wind rustled through the leaves like hurried gossip, and the shadows seemed to lean in, listening. Most animals hurried home before dusk. But not Rabbit.
By Fazal Ur Rahman6 months ago in Chapters
Inversion - 1. AI-Generated.
Book I: Before the Fall Chapter 1 The silence of the midnight lab was broken only by the mournful song of the equipment. Laurel had been there since dawn, hunched over equations describing how matter might dissolve into information and reconstitute elsewhere. The coffee beside his keyboard had gone cold hours ago, a film forming on its surface like ice on a pond.
By The Myth of Sysiphus6 months ago in Chapters
After Saving Him, I Became the Demon Lord’s Possession
The wind in Gui Ling always carried a damp, moldy stench, like the decayed, desolate courtyard from a distant memory. But tonight’s wind was different—laced with a faint sweetness, like the plum-blossom rains of the Jiangnan in misty spring.
By Lappas Engerman6 months ago in Chapters
The Empty Mirror - Part III. AI-Generated.
Part I Part II The Ten Thousand Things The city folded in on itself like a piece of origami made of glass and shadow. Jason walked through streets that curved impossibly upward, their surfaces reflecting not light but fragments of possibility. The filter warnings had ceased days ago, or perhaps hours – time had become negotiable here – and reality operated on principles that his neuroscience training couldn’t help him parse.
By The Myth of Sysiphus6 months ago in Chapters
The Empty Mirror - Part II. AI-Generated.
Part I Part III The Garden of Forking Minds Jason found Castaneda in the basement of a derelict medical building, three blocks from a perceptual collision site. The address had been handwritten on a scrap of paper, furtively passed to him the previous evening by a young woman whom he first mistook for a preteen boy. The lobby was a study in decayed opulence – cracked marble, brass fixtures veined with verdigris, and the still-present smell of antiseptic mixed with something putrid.
By The Myth of Sysiphus6 months ago in Chapters
The Empty Mirror - Part I. AI-Generated.
Part II Part III The Fractured City The alert came through at 14:47, priority alpha, putting an abrupt end to Jason’s afternoon routine. He had been documenting another minor collision incident – a libertarian businessman who had glimpsed a socialist’s overlay and suffered what the clinical terminology called “perceptual dissociation syndrome.” It was ordinary paperwork, the kind of bureaucratic tedium that had replaced the different sort of monotony of his old career in neuroscience research. Perceptual Stability Officer, his nameplate announced to the world, or at least the tiny portion of it that the field office occupied. It was too grand a title for his duties, he often thought, but the brass apparently believed that the length of title should be proportional to the length of education.
By The Myth of Sysiphus6 months ago in Chapters
The Great Doctor: Chapter 3: Revenge
Ye Qiu came out of Bai Bing's office, feeling aggrieved and wanting to cry. Guo Shaocong not only snatched Zhang Lili away, but also framed him together with Zhang Lili. The most important thing was that Bai Bing actually believed them and asked him to be a nurse.
By Huaxun Literature7 months ago in Chapters
