Sci Fi

How to Pretend You're Not Being Controlled by an Alien Parasite.
SECTION 1: MASTERING BASIC HUMAN BEHAVIOR STEP 1: Maintain Natural Facial Expressions Humans rely heavily on facial cues to determine whether another human is “acting weird,” “behaving strangely,” or “clearly possessed by something unspeakable.” To avoid suspicion, you must master the art of the casual expression.
By Sara Wilsonabout a month ago in Fiction
The Price of Perfection: A Glimpse into a Utopian Future
In the not-so-distant future, humanity has reached what was once thought impossible: a perfect world. No more wars, no more disease, no more hunger. Technology has solved everything, and for the first time in history, humans live in a society where every need is met with a simple thought. Welcome to the utopia of the future—where life is easy, and everyone is happy. Or are they?
By HazelnutLatteaabout a month ago in Fiction
Freedom We Reap
“Manny, you’re hurt!” “What did you expect? I wasn’t out for a walk in the park. The warden thought I wasn’t working hard enough. Here’s today’s wages: a bag of carrots and tubers.”
By Maria A. Perezabout a month ago in Fiction
Goldilocks Zone
“Breathe,” a low voice said gently. “Breathe. Take your time and when you’re ready, open your eyes.” Ornette took in the deep breath the voice recommended and then said saucily, “What? No kiss?”
By Stephanie Van Ormanabout a month ago in Fiction
Octavia Girl Vol. I
Introduction Sardius was alone in the interview room as bright lights shone in his eyes and voices rang out from behind the blinding rays. No one was there. The voices from the panel of interviewers rang through a speaker system. He couldn’t see them, but there were cameras pointed at him like guns.
By Stephanie Van Ormanabout a month ago in Fiction
Welcome to MIM!
Congratulations on your acceptance to the Department of Memetic Infrastructural Management! We appreciate your commitment to safety and secrecy. Listed below are tips and guidelines to help you as you settle into your new role. MENS PURA, MUNDUS TUTUS.
By Daniel Bradburyabout a month ago in Fiction
Predator
Many of you are familiar with the iconic sci-fi species Predator (otherwise known as Yautja) with such iconic ones being Jungle Hunter (Predator) City Hunter (Predator 2). Along with the comic books and video games featuring them often going up against the Xenomorphs.
By Johann Hollarabout a month ago in Fiction
Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred
"Mike Singleton" "Who?" "Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred" "Why is he still being read, and increasing his reads?" "What are you on about?"
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Fiction
The Red Herring. Top Story - January 2026.
The courtroom was standing room only. Reporters from every major newslink crowded in the rear with satcams poised and aimed, the air buzzing with pent up electricity. A solemn hush falling when she arrived, the room turned quiet as a sanctuary of prayer. We all held our breath in the stillness of the precious moments of her passing, the burnished wooden benches elevated to pews by her mere presence.
By John Coxabout a month ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction