Science Fiction

The Last Heir Of The Van Declaoria Bloodline - Chapter 9. AI-Generated.
Far away from the restless city of Arlein… Beyond the highways, beyond the crowded towns, and far from the silent war unfolding inside the Van Declaoria family…
By Luke Dreayryabout 7 hours ago in Chapters
A Land Where All Things Always Seemed The Same, Chapter Three
A monorail train glided by overhead and Mini-Flash Juniper followed its track, keeping the high concrete struts to one side and letting the line lead her seaward. Here lay a manmade watercourse lit by brighter orbs than those behind, and by the ramp that led to the gate which was Mini-Flash Juniper’s destination, some sort of indoor sports complex glowed.
By Doc Sherwoodabout 13 hours ago in Chapters
A Land Where All Things Always Seemed The Same, Chapter Two
It seemed at first a quiet sort of place to Mini-Flash Juniper as she clanked down the iron exterior stairwell. A winding path led her by a play-park, devoid of children in the deepening dusk, and presently the reception office now dim and somnolent following its busy day. In pleasant surprise at how little her enemies’ very den had thrown at her thus far, Juniper dipped with the lane into a tunnel which ran underneath the road by which she and Flashsatsumas had arrived, to step out again into the lights and landscape of the body of the camp.
By Doc Sherwoodabout 13 hours ago in Chapters
A Land Where All Things Always Seemed The Same, Chapter One
They’d reached the part of the journey when you knew it wasn’t far now. The sea for some time had been a dark band spanning the near horizon, and on either side of Flashsatsumas and Mini-Flash Juniper wild grass verge was spilling not earth but rich golden sand, its stray grains crunchy underfoot. The land around lay flat as the road, baking in the height of summer.
By Doc Sherwoodabout 13 hours ago in Chapters
Life will find a way. Top Story - March 2026.
One cocoon twitches; my screaming must have disturbed it. It’s followed by a sound like the shaking of a cobra’s tail. A dry rattle sends a shiver down my spine. The rest of the cocoons respond the same way, as if communicating with one another; the cave fills with rattling. The glow becomes stronger as they vibrate and bathes the cave floor in an eerie blue light.
By N J Delmasa day ago in Chapters
The Quiet Shape of Strength
I used to believe that strength had a sound. Something loud. Something undeniable. Like footsteps that echo in empty halls, or a voice that never trembles no matter what it says.
By Ibrahim a day ago in Chapters
The Strength I Didn’t Know I Had
The Strength I Didn’t Know I Had ‎BY: Ubaid I used to think strength was loud. It was the kind of thing you saw in movies—people standing tall, never breaking, never crying. Strength meant having all the answers, never doubting yourself, never feeling afraid. At least, that’s what I believed… until life proved me wrong. Because the strongest version of me? I didn’t even know it existed. It started on an ordinary morning that didn’t feel ordinary at all. My alarm rang like it always did, but I didn’t move. My body felt heavy, like something invisible was holding me down. The room was quiet, but inside my mind, everything was loud—doubts, fears, regrets. “You’re not good enough.” “You’re going to fail.” “You can’t handle this.” Those thoughts had been living inside me for a long time. I had just gotten used to ignoring them. But that day… I couldn’t. I sat up slowly, staring at the floor. My reflection in the mirror didn’t look like me anymore. It looked like someone tired. Someone lost. And for the first time, I admitted something to myself. “I’m not okay.” That sentence felt heavier than anything I had ever said before. Because saying it meant I couldn’t pretend anymore. For weeks, I had been trying to hold everything together—smiling in front of others, acting like everything was fine, convincing myself that I could handle it all alone. But the truth was, I was breaking… quietly, invisibly. That day, something inside me shifted. Not dramatically. Not like a sudden burst of confidence or courage. It was smaller than that. Softer. But it was real. Instead of forcing myself to “be strong” the way I thought I should, I did something different. I allowed myself to feel. I cried. Not the kind of tears you quickly wipe away so no one notices—but the kind that come from deep inside, the kind that carry everything you’ve been holding in for too long. And strangely… it didn’t make me weaker. It made me feel lighter. That was the first time I realized something important: Strength isn’t about pretending you’re okay. It’s about being honest when you’re not. The days that followed weren’t easy. Nothing magically got better overnight. I still had bad days—days when getting out of bed felt like a victory, days when my mind tried to pull me back into that dark place. But now, something was different. I stopped fighting myself. Instead of ignoring my fears, I faced them. Instead of running from my problems, I took small steps toward solving them. And instead of expecting myself to be perfect, I gave myself permission to be human. One day at a time. That became my rule. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Just today. Some days, “strength” meant finishing all my work. Other days, it simply meant getting out of bed. And I started to understand… both counted. There was a moment—I remember it clearly—when everything truly changed. I was walking alone, the sun setting in the distance, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and pink. For the first time in a long time, my mind was quiet. Not completely free of thoughts, but peaceful enough. And I realized something. I had survived. Everything I thought would break me… didn’t. The sleepless nights, the overwhelming pressure, the constant self-doubt—I had carried all of it. And somehow, I was still standing. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not confidently. But I was standing. And that’s when it hit me. The strength I had been searching for… was never something I needed to find. It was something I had been building all along. In every tear I allowed myself to cry. In every moment I chose to keep going. In every day I didn’t give up—even when I wanted to. That was strength. Not loud. Not obvious. But unbreakable. I used to think strength meant never falling. Now I know… it means getting back up, even when you’re not sure you can. And the most surprising part? You don’t always feel strong while you’re being strong. Sometimes, you feel scared. Sometimes, you feel lost. Sometimes, you feel like you’re barely holding on. But even then… you are stronger than you think. I am stronger than I thought. And maybe, just maybe… you are too.
By Ubaid a day ago in Chapters
From Rock Bottom to Rising Again
From Rock Bottom to Rising Again BY: Khan There was a time when I believed I had everything under control. From the outside, my life looked steady—almost perfect. I had a job that paid just enough, a small circle of friends, and dreams that felt within reach. But beneath that carefully maintained surface, cracks had already begun to form. I ignored them, thinking they were temporary, something I could fix later.
By Khan a day ago in Chapters
Hue and The Discovery of Manipo. AI-Generated.
Live your life. I’m sure you’ve heard that phrase before. Maybe someone said it to you this morning. Maybe you’ve said it to yourself. It gets thrown around like a magic spell — short, familiar, worn smooth by a million tongues. Everyone has their own version: do what thou wilt, follow your heart, be who you want, live however you choose. A thousand tiny philosophies scattered like stars across the night sky, each one convinced it shines the brightest.
By Lorenzo Bland3 days ago in Chapters
The Last Heir of the Van Declaoria Bloodline - Chapter 8. AI-Generated.
The night inside the Van Declaoria Tower felt different. Quieter. But not calmer. Herlucia Van Declaoria stood near the long glass wall of the council chamber, watching the city of Arlein stretch endlessly beneath her.
By Luke Dreayry4 days ago in Chapters
Cassian-13: Chapters 2 & 3
Cassian-13: Chapter Links (Follow the story easily here) Chapter 2 High Dominion Calendar date: day 201 of the year 226
By Jean-François Lamothe5 days ago in Chapters
A Most Lethal Weapon - Chapter 2
Kira’s mornings always began with a soft chime that sounded more like a bird than an alarm. As the walls of her apartment shifted from their deep indigo night mode to a pale golden hue, she stretched lazily, her toes brushing the warm surface of the floor. It was a small luxury, the way everything in the Universal Growth Administration (UGA) seemed to adjust to your needs before you even realized them.
By C. Sinata6 days ago in Chapters