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 Chinh3 months 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 Smith3 months ago in Fiction











