Sci Fi
The Cartographer of Dying Stars. AI-Generated.
The last thing Maren Voss expected to find at the edge of the observable universe was a door. Not a metaphorical door — not a wormhole dressed in poetry, not a quantum threshold with a name that sounded poetic in a research paper. An actual door. Rectangular. Painted a fading shade of red, the kind of red that reminded her of her grandmother's barn in the Swiss lowlands, the one that burned down the summer she turned nine. It floated against the absolute black of deep space like a forgotten thought, hinges intact, brass handle catching the light of a star that had no business being this far out.
By Alpha Cortexa day ago in Fiction
“Very Dark Times” OF USA
Ray Dalio Warns: The United States May Be Heading Into “Very Dark Times” Billionaire investor Ray Dalio has issued a stark warning: the United States may be heading into “very dark times.” His concerns are not based on short-term politics but on long-term historical patterns that have shaped the rise and fall of global superpowers.
By Wings of Time 2 days ago in Fiction
Gluttony
It came from the stars... Or so we believe. In truth we didn’t see it coming, merely felt its arrival. It had slipped unknown, beneath the notice of everyone. It was as if it had appeared between the grasp of nothing and nowhere; no telescope, no satellite, no daydreaming child- no one knew, until the day of gluttony began.
By Griffen Helm2 days ago in Fiction
Ouroboros
On Ouroboros, nothing is built for permanence. If one were to construct an empire on Her mountainous nostrils, She would swallow it in a century, melt it to its base elements in Her core, and expel it as organic scaffolding somewhere along Her great expanse.
By Noah Husband3 days ago in Fiction
The Line
The line had no discernible beginning. It entered the transit hall from a distance that resisted measurement, passed through the fractured glass doors and dissolved into a pale, depthless brightness beyond. The light didn’t glare; it didn’t illuminate, it just simply was - flattening whatever lay within it into something the eye refused to follow. No one ever looked at it for long.
By Jess Boyes3 days ago in Fiction
'Her' Synaesthesia
In the deep crevices of night, she was wakeful, clawing at the air struck beats of life. A deep trance overcame her, rippling its way through the endless, streaming lights of neon. Her body swelled and flowed, almost weightlessly, escaping the deep. grasping grooves of outstreched arms. She was estranged from this world, new yet unware of the way it pulsed or kicked.
By Susan L. Marshall3 days ago in Fiction
Cloudfall
It’s been like this for over a year, I’m in the house, windows all boarded up and the door as fast as I can make it. Luckily they just tried to kick it down but it’s too strong for that. A couple of times I think Molotov cocktails have been thrown but the planks on the windows are more than good enough for that.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 days ago in Fiction
NOVUS - An Echo of Whispers
It is a sudden array of sunshine that awakens him. The darkened window tint into his penthouses bedroom phases to full transparency. But yet it still feels earlier than usual, what time or even day is it? Gareth Night quizzes himself as the dizziness of sleep starts to recede.
By Blair J Allan3 days ago in Fiction
The Cartographer of Extinct Stars. AI-Generated.
Lyra's fingers traced the constellation that shouldn't exist. The holographic star chart flickered in the cramped cockpit of her survey vessel, casting blue shadows across her weathered face. She'd been mapping the Void Quarter for three months—that forsaken wedge of space where stars went to die—and in all that time, she'd cataloged nothing but stellar corpses and cosmic debris. Until now.
By Alpha Cortex4 days ago in Fiction
