Sci Fi
The Slide
The last thing Elias Thorne heard was the sound of a ceramic mug shattering against the hardwood floor. It was his favorite mug, the one with the chipped rim that he’d bought in a dusty market in Marrakesh thirty years ago. Then came the crushing pressure in his chest, like a grand piano dropped from a great height, followed by a silence so absolute it felt like a texture.
By Nguyen Xuan Chinhabout a month ago in Fiction
Dance of Orion. Content Warning.
Micrometeorites crack into The Spacecraft as it exits the Orion Nebula, stripping away layers of cosmic dust. Once semi-nude, its Gun-Metal-Gray body reflects a lifetime of experience. Blast marks from battles survived. Rushed repair jobs. Polite stencils instructing maintenance crews from a forgotten age.
By Christopher Smithabout a month ago in Fiction











