Science Fiction Books Space Novels & Stories

But August kept the robot astronaut book next to him, kept glancing at it, already planning when they could read more. The next visit Carter brought a book about space exploration. The one after that was about ocean engineering. Each book chosen specifically for August's interests, each one slightly more advanced than the last. August started asking when Carter was coming on Thursday, started planning which books they'd read, started leaving space in his meticulously organized bookshelf for Carter's books.

It was a science fiction novel, with a picture of a spaceship on the cover. He nodded, and his eyes lit up a bit. "Do you like it?" He nodded again, more enthusiastically now, a wide smile forming on his face. Finally, I was starting to get to him. "What is it about?" I asked, brushing a lone lock of hair behind my ears. "It's about a boy who travels to different planets and meets aliens. It's very interesting." I smiled, and felt a spark of connection. I had always loved science fiction, and had read many books of the genre when I was younger, it appeared the kids had a little bit of me in them after all. It wasn't all Jamal in there.

It felt real. “What’s it about?” I asked softly, glancing down at the cover of the book. He took a small step back, his gaze flickering to the ground. “It’s about a boy who gets lost in space and… he has to find his way home,” he explained, his voice quieter now, the words coming slower.

Just a touch from her almost sent a groan hissing out of my mouth. My heart pounded hard like it was about to break free as she ripped her mouth away, blinked, and strutted towards the bookshelf seductively. My eyes were on the soft curves of her ass. Damn, they looked so perfect in that Jean. She removed a book from the shelf, idly flipping through the pages. “Do you know that doctors believe it is possible to have sex in space?” My lips curled in amusement. “Tell me more,” She smiled, still not lifting her gaze from the book. “But I think it is ridiculous. Humans are weird. Why do we always feel the need to look deeper into time, space, and gravity,”

The air smells of paper and wood. Comforting. Familiar. A warmth spreads inside me. I love reading. Always have. Without thinking, I move toward the shelves, my fingers gliding across the spines of books. Titles blur past until one section catches my eye. ‘Sci-fic’ A small spark lights inside me. I step onto the platform, reaching up for a book. As I open it, my eyes skim the page, already slipping into another world. Then— Something shifts. A scent. Strong.

Angelo raises his hands before the male teacher finish what he said, so hepless, he pointed at where Angelo is and instructed for the boy to stand up to answer the question. “The classic elements of a science fiction novel include: Time travel. Teleportation. Mind control, telepathy, and telekinesis, Aliens, extraterrestrial lifeforms, and mutants. Space travel and exploration. Interplanetary warfare. Parallel universes. Fictional worlds. That’s all” Angelo said his answer and didn't wait for the male teacher to give him permission to sit as he already sat down back again to his seat, the smell of gun powder a while ago that disappeared once again resurfaced on the air as Demetria looked at

"Any favorites?" Scott joined her by the bookshelf, scanning the titles. "Oh, there are so many. I enjoy science fiction and fantasy genres the most. Some of my favorites include 'Dune' by Frank Herbert, 'Ender's Game' by Orson Scott Card, and 'Harry Potter' series by J.K. Rowling. But I'm always open to discovering new books too." Fiona nodded, impressed by Scott's literary tastes. She herself was an avid reader and appreciated finding common ground with him.

The softness of each page with its hardened exterior sent a warmth through my body that no human could ever provide me. It’s been so long since I was able to actually hold a book like this in my hands; the astronomy book that Bob had given me to study was alright. It was better than nothing, but it didn’t give me that same sense of purpose and mystery as a book with a story does. Transporting my brain somewhere different; somewhere peaceful; somewhere that change is possible, and no dream is too big.

Instead, she spotted a battered cardboard box, which she pulled out by one of its flaps. The box was filled with books similar to the one she found on the floor—tattered and yellowing, adorned with somewhat cheesy cover art. Except for a few classics by authors like Verne and Wells, most of them fell into the sci-fi genre. Cole admitted to losing interest in this type of literature after a few pages of convoluted descriptions. However, she recognized some of the titles because she had been repeatedly told that she should read them: Asimov, Russ, Vonarburg, Bradbury, Heinlein, Bujold, Engh, Le Guin.

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.