Sci Fi
Non-Binary Future
Everything seems normal, but I wonder why everything is so perfect? There must be something wrong. The people in this city are looking good and there is energy. But they are hiding something. For the looming threat of nuclear war that will see sweep over us all. The climate threat, the rise of neo-Nazism. There is a sinister secret about alms I must know. Why does everyone in this city spend their nights indoors.
By Karl McBeath6 days ago in Fiction
Doomsday Clock: Why the World Is Closer Than Ever to Global Catastrophe
Doomsday Clock: Why the World Is Closer Than Ever to Global Catastrophe The **Doomsday Clock** is a powerful symbolic representation of how close humanity is to a self-inflicted global disaster. Created to communicate complex scientific and geopolitical risks in a simple visual form, the clock has become a widely recognized indicator of global instability. Midnight on the clock represents total catastrophe, while the movement of its hands reflects expert assessments of existential threats facing the world.
By America today 6 days ago in Fiction
One Unchecked Box. Top Story - October 2024.
"Republished" because it was the only way to add the embed for the newly recorded audio version of this story due to the Top Story badge. Plus it serves as a nice, informal announcement of the podcast's revival for another season (go subscribe!):
By Stephen A. Roddewig6 days ago in Fiction
Captain Michael and the Horn of Logan
“I am King David the Magnificent. The Great and Powerful. Ruler over all that is in front of me, all that is behind me. All that is to the north, south, east, and west of me. Why have you come before my great presence? Make your request now. If it sounds pleasant to my ears, I might consider granting you your request. If not, you will be fed to the lions.”
By David E. Perry7 days ago in Fiction
The One Who Stayed in the Dream
1 It started with the dream. Every night, I saw him. It was always the same. A boy with dark hair and calm eyes, sitting across from me at a café that doesn’t exist. The walls were pale yellow, the windows fogged from the rain outside, and there was always jazz playing softly in the background.
By Yamuni Kaijumi8 days ago in Fiction
Chrome Hearts
The cowboy hat draped over one eye was black leather, scuffed and worn, like it’d seen some things, but the leg peeking through the lace slit of her skirt was brand new, chrome plated titanium, fastened together with countersunk bolts. Whoever she was, she was special. Or used to be.
By Faris Lannon8 days ago in Fiction










