Sci Fi
The Gods Shall Provide
Trielsa scraped carefully at the heavy white clunch, freeing the delicate vevola plant with as little root loss as possible. In the cratered landscape of clay and dust left behind by the miners, the vevola was a precious symbol of vitality and endurance. She would plant it outside the Hall of the Ancestors, where its purple blossoms and sweet scent would help dispel the sorrow around the place.
By Angel Whelan3 days ago in Fiction
Salvage, Crime, and a Smile to Die For
Working salvage is the worst job for meeting people. We don full body environsuits, usually the clunkiest, oldest ones that could make a bodybuilder look like a sack of potatoes. What it does to ordinarily built people like myself is even worse.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA3 days ago in Fiction
Off the Book. Top Story - January 2026.
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly3 days ago in Fiction
The Alien and The Mermaid
The Spaceship safely landed near a body of water, that seemed to stretch as far as they eyes could see. I carefully found my footing on the sand below me. I wondered who I was meeting here, as I watched a figure come up out of the ocean water. She shook her long beautiful hair that covered her completely naked body. I was frightened for a moment, and then pleasantly reassured, when she started smiling at me.
By Gregory Payton4 days ago in Fiction
The Sleeping Beauties
The halls were nearly silent as Rafael walked them; nearly, because it was almost impossible to not hear a quiet whir or hum anymore from the nearly invisible machines as they did their duties. The guards glanced over at him from their posts, not daring to move any further in their acknowledgement. Rafael smiled and nodded to them as he passed their post.
By Dionearia Red4 days ago in Fiction
A Nameless Person in an Empty Place
She felt nameless. It was an easy enough situation to slip into, watching the city slip by during her morning commute. She was as faceless, nameless, and insignificant as every other person on the hover bus. She was just another person dressed up in professional clothes, getting ready to step into her quiet, albeit stressful job, where she sat at a computer for most of the day.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA4 days ago in Fiction
Compound Growth
The first thing Marcus noticed was Derek's skin. It wasn't dramatic—not at first. Just a certain smoothness to his colleague's face during the Monday morning standup, a tightness around the jaw that hadn't been there Friday. Derek had always been soft, doughy in that way of men who'd stopped caring somewhere around their second divorce. But now his cheeks held a new geometry. His neck no longer folded into his collar.
By Destiny S. Harris5 days ago in Fiction
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⚡🌵↯~Located in the Mule Mountains of southern Arizona is the Sonoran desert. In the Year of Our Lord 1880, troves of minerals & metals were discovered in that rocky terrain by a prospector named Judge DeWitt Bisbee.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡5 days ago in Fiction
What A Clown. Top Story - January 2026.
I heard of the jokester in town. My staff was afraid to share the tales, for they knew the stories infuriated me and punishment was my expertise. I inflicted many types, and excelled at using sharp objects and heated “instruments.”
By Andrea Corwin 5 days ago in Fiction
