Science Fiction Short Story Collections Novels & Stories

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

Meteors struck the earth almost every hour, bringing immediate destruction in their wake. Fortunately, humans have developed force fields to deflect the meteors. But these didn't always work, especially on the outskirts of the city. Rose Cristian should've remembered that fact on her way to Zone 206, but she was too busy reining in her anger. Stomping on her rain-soaked boots, Rose could just see her destination in the dark of the night, her supernatural vision never failing her. The streets haven’t changed much either. Once she arrived, she punched her way into the pub, rattling the whole establishment with sheer force. She heard cursing as she stepped inside.

No words can explain the phenomenon but I was sure it disobeyed every law of physics. I held my breath–as if I had no other option– and gripped the side of the vending machine tight as we slammed against the edge of the stream. The ship’s side tore to pieces as it scraped along the edge between space and time itself. Holes appeared across the walls, pulling metal, paper… anything and everything out into the smearing void. This wasn't how I pictured I would go. I always thought it would be in battle, fighting aliens and demons. But life was one cruel piece of shit.

she warned. I grinned. "Looking forward to it." The tension between us crackled, promising more explosive encounters ahead.

The silence in the library isn’t the peaceful kind anymore. It’s the heavy, suffocating kind that feels like it’s pressing against my eardrums. I stare at the screen of my phone, begging for a flicker of light, a single percent of battery, but the glass stays black and dead. “Fuck,” I whisper, the word disappearing into the shadows of the high-ceilinged stacks.

The collar of light didn’t fade when Liora woke the next morning. She’d hoped it was some fever dream, that the strange building and its otherworldly owner were just fragments of her tired mind. But when she looked in the mirror, a faint shimmer wrapped her throat like a chain of stars. It pulsed softly with every heartbeat, warm against her skin. She touched it, and the warmth deepened, as if the collar recognized her fingers. She gasped and stumbled back, nearly knocking over the sink.

She yelled. “Yes Ma’am.” Stella came and answered. “Are you deaf? Ive called your name twice!” “I'm sorry I was cleaning the windows” Stella answered in a low voice. “Whatever! Go and make 2 glasses of lemonade in 5 minutes and send Zac in my bedroom. Go! Hurry up!” Caroline commanded. Stella went and made 2 glasses of lemonade and went into the master bedroom along with Zac. I noticed Stella taking Zac with her to the master bedroom which didn’t happen often. I quickly ran and took my father along with me and stood outside the bedroom and peeped through the side of the door.

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The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3