Science Fiction Short Stories Novels & Stories

Sofia felt like like her tap had been opened, she trembled, her teeth shaking and her body going numb as she cum hard. Her mouth opened widely, her eyes shutting down like she was losing her consciousness. She could say nothing, hear nothing and her body could only feel. “Mmhm~” Both stayed that way, their breathing loud, and their heartbeat clear in the room. Their mind was still in a daze, their body was still trembling, skin was still tingling and vibrating. “Cousin…” Sofia suddenly cried softly, her shoulders trembling as she hugged his laps tightly making Tim’s heart break.

Selene said. "You can say that." They looked at the expanding universe in front of them, "Once this dimension reaches a particular size, the universe where Francesca is, it would start to shrivel up and people would start dying." Selene observed. Tristan's brows furrowed,"But how? I am not the Endymion that you know. We are not in love. This couldn't possibly be a perfect universe for both of us. So this should not work. I'm also not the real Tristan. Veronica says I should disintegrate after a week or so."

Frankly, this program had been a lifesaver. Janice was never a big reader before being imprisoned, but she quickly learned about her fondness for Science Fiction novels, especially from the thirties through the fifties. Those novels and short stories fell under the umbrella of “Space Opera.” It was in these stories of warfare and exploration, valor and bravery, she found solace from what had occurred since that night at the House. In fact, these books sometimes seemed like the only thing that kept her sane. “Oh, thank you! I've been hoping for something to read, to keep my mind off...” Janice trailed off.

And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance. I unbuckled my pants in one go and took out my painfully hard cock, stroking it lightly while imagining it was Lena's mouth instead. The fun part about touching myself when fantasizing about her was that her office was right next to mine. And the walls were so thin you could hear every conversation made. So I knew she could hear me right now. Every stroke, every grunt, every syllable of her name that escaped my lips, she could hear it all. And I couldn't help but wonder if she fucked herself too while listening to me.

Forever. End of book 36

"You're delusional." "Am I?" He took a step closer. Just one. But it was enough to shift everything. Suddenly the space between us felt too small and too large at the same time. "Tell me something, Sofia. If I'm so unbearable, why do you always watch me when you think I'm not looking?" My breath caught. "I don't—"

Elden I watched the file upload to the secure server. It was a heavy, high-definition ghost that was about to haunt Derek for the rest of his life. I didn't feel a shred of guilt. I didn't feel a shred of mercy. I looked at Gabriella, who was curled up on the bed, her skin glowing and her breath finally leveling out. She looked reborn. She looked like a woman who had finally found the ground beneath her feet. "It’s sent," I said, my voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

Neither of us spoke for a while. We knew what just happened was crossing boundaries faster than light. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, dragging a hand down his face. A quiet, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “That…” he started, then stopped. He shook his head slightly, like he didn’t have the language for it. Like words weren’t built for whatever this was. I hugged my arms loosely around myself, suddenly aware of everything. The room. The air. Him. His presence filled the space differently now.

“Here, Peter. Here’s what’s inside. A microfilm essay that provides a description of life in our time and a microfilm reader. And just in case the reader no longer works, it contains instructions for how to build one. There’s a pack of Camel cigarettes, a toy car, a dollar in change. There are issues of LIFE magazine and an artificial leather asbestos shingle—something we use in all kinds of buildings we live in today. It contains a seed bank, and seventy-five different types of fabrics and metals. And even some silly things, like Dr. West’s tooth powder, a Mickey Mouse watch, a View-Master and a Scent-o-vision.” The Hall of Electrical Living was a stainless steel gleamingly fantastical plac

My sincere thanks to you for reading the short book, Epidemic. This is actually my first sci-fi and zombie type of story, but I hope I did well, and I'll surely work more on improving myself. I wrote this book in a day without even planning for it before (LOL). A colleague of mine asked for one of my works to be added to an anthology he is currently working on. He specified it must be sci-fi, I've never written any sci-fi book before, so I had to quickly put down something. It's kinda funny, I know. Thanks once again, and yeah, Let me know your thoughts by dropping a comment!