Novel & Cerita Space Book Fiction

At the fading light of a dead universe's sunset reflected in the amber eyes of an entity that had just been offered something it had not possessed in nine billion years. A future. "Let us go home," Jack said. "Boss," Marcus coughed, blood speckling his lips, "I do not know if you have noticed, but we are floating inside a giant mouth in deep space with no propulsion, no oxygen, and no money." "Details." Jack tapped the Utterance's filaments. "Mercy, I need an extraction. Can the Ledger's broadcast network be reverse-engineered into a spatial fold?" "That is not how broadcast networks work," Ben protested from orbit.

"Why? Is it wrong to want a child for Jack? Jack's dying, with just six months left. In the end, won't I still be with you? If it bothered you, why didn't you say something sooner?" Without realizing it, Hannah's feelings took a sharp turn. Jack's hand, once a source of warmth and affection, then filled her with an unsettling anxiety. "I need to use the restroom." With that, she did not head for the bathroom in the master bedroom but bolted to the guest bathroom in the living room, making sure to lock the door. Taking deep breaths, she tried to reassure herself with hopeful thoughts and typed out a text. [Marvin, did you send that text to the wrong person?]

He looked at Nora, who was staring at the signal-readout with an expression of profound, haunting recognition. ​"Papa," she said, her voice barely audible over the hum of the ship. "I know this song. But I haven't written it yet." ​The Primal Shallows ​They emerged from the silver nebula into a pocket of space that shouldn't exist. It was a perfect sphere of golden light, miles across, suspended in the absolute dark. Inside the sphere was a single, massive Willow Tree made of pure white fiber-optics and living cells, its roots anchoring into the fabric of space itself.

“This way.” She led them to a room, and Elena’s breath caught. It was the library. The exact library from the Glass House. The same dark wood, the same smell of old books and leather. But the giant window didn’t look out on Blackwood Lake. It looked out on Earth itself. Their beautiful, broken planet hung in the blackness of space, a blue and white marble, growing smaller by the second. They were alone. Exiled in a perfect copy of their prison, hurled into the void.

The only thing that is still shining are the stars outside the window. For a long time I lie still, listening to the unfamiliar sounds of the spaceship and looking out into space. There is a low buzzing coming from somewhere and I hear Lazarus’ breathing. It is slow and deep, but I find it hard to believe that he has fallen asleep yet. The sound of his breathing slowly drags me under and soon I’m sleeping soundly in my new (and hopefully temporary) bed. ***

A Story to Tell… I have to share with you a story about humanoids, and it goes something like this. We are looking in the sky, amazed by the beauty of the stars - believing that we are the only alive on the planet Earth. The story started in a coffee restaurant. Sarah ordered two cappuccinos for her and her best friend, Grace. It was already a year after they decided to go back to Earth after being spaceship workers for more than a decade. They started sipping the coffee and reminiscing their memories in the space. "Do you miss being in space?" - Sarah "Sort of. But I don't want to go back to that place again. I couldn't even afford leaving my family again." - Grace "Yeah. Although being in

He channeled the 148 chapters of their history—the kisses in the rain, the blood in the vaults, the silver dress, and the London mud—and he Inverted the Signal. The True Surface The hospital room shattered. The "New York" sky went black. Suddenly, Leo and Meilin weren't in a bed or a boardroom. They were suspended in a viscous, warm fluid inside a transparent pod. Outside the pod, there was no city. There were millions of other pods, stretching for miles in a massive, rotating ring. And beyond the ring... the stars. The real, cold, silent stars of deep space. Leo’s pod door hissed open. He fell onto a cold, metallic floor. He looked up and saw Meilin’s pod opening beside him. They were both

President Chang could feel her stomach doing convulsions. Her mind went blank when she looked through the large passenger window beside her to see distant stars sitting amid an inky blackness. President Chang never thought she would view the darkness of space. She didn’t want space to be the last thing she saw. The president felt herself falling back onto her crazy theory of believing she was a fictional character in some little boy’s comic book.

“They bury it. Fifty feet below Flushing Meadows.” “That’s boring. What good is that?” Peter demanded. “I want to know what’s inside now.” “In theory, if everything inside it survives the test of time, it’ll show the people alive in the future what our lives were like today.” To give other fairgoers the opportunity to view the capsule site, Evelyn drew the children with her to examine the color photo displays of the time capsule’s contents. “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

Soft glowing cuffs locked around my wrists and ankles, spreading me wide in mid-air like a living X. The men floated around me, cocks hard and throbbing. The first scientist, a tall Asian man with a lean muscular build, drifted forward and pushed his cock into my mouth. Another, a broad-shouldered Black commander, positioned himself between my legs and slammed into my pussy. A third took my ass from behind. I was triple-penetrated in zero gravity, my body floating helplessly as they fucked me from all sides. “Fuuuuck! Yes! Breed me in space!” I gagged around the cock in my throat. “Fill every hole! Pump your superior seed into your colony breeder!”