Sf Stories

A fanfic crossover of Tensura and PGR: Punishing Gray Raven This fanfic is basically a mishmash and I have no idea how will this fanfic go I do not own the characters of the fanfic that I'll be creating since they belong to their own wonderful creators.

I made a career out of killing the worst people in history: Gacy, Denke, Dahmler, Hitler twice, Vasquez. But it's when I'm shot trying to stop JFK's assassination that I realise that there's someone else playing my game. I'm the next one on her list, and the only thing more dangerous than being in a hitwoman's sights is falling for her. Cover by: CasualClyde https://cara.app/casualclyde/portfolio/book-covers Or https://www.instagram.com/casuall.clyde/

When a strange message popped up on Iris's phone, she didn't expect a link to a game that would change her life forever. Trapped in a neon-lit world with no exit button, she finds herself surrounded by other players, people she has never met before, all of whom seem just as lonely and lost as she is. But this game isn't like any other she's played before. There is no score, and there are no winners. Instead, the system gives them quiet, deeply personal quests that force them to talk, trust, and confront the things they've been running from. The more they open up, the closer they get to logging out, because the game's true purpose was never for entertainment, but to save them. The only problem was that Iris had already made up her mind about being alive. Prompt: 60. You download a new app that promises to cure your boredom, and it delivers far more than you ever expected.

The desert thins. The city misaligns. Distance is no longer something that can be crossed. "© Weaver_ - Original work. Unauthorized use or reproduction is prohibited."

Waking up in a new world is shocking, even for a robot. Silver, on the other hand, has known nothing else than this. She has been an outsider her entire life. Zer0 was created as a promise for the future. Silver is surplus, trying to stay unnoticed. Both struggle with expectations that don't fit who they are. But is what they've been told true, or must they discover their own truth? Together, they explore what they want and what the world truly needs. Because more of the same is what created their current situation. It is time to rewrite the system. Together. According to prompt 28. Self-love often starts small, like planting a single seed. With time, patience, and a bit of light, it will blossom.

Earth has fallen. When the planet crosses its final climate tipping point, temperatures rise, crops fail, and billions are forced onto the move. Diplomacy gives way to ultimatums, then to war. From unassuming laboratories to streets drowning in heat and hunger, a fractured world stumbles toward its final reckoning. As famine and conflict spread, international order dissolves into violence and blame, and armies march north through ruins chasing a future that no longer exists. Yet amid the despair, a radical plan takes shape to move a fragment of humanity to the red sands of Mars. As Earth burns and the heavens fill with refugees, one truth becomes unavoidable: the future belongs only to those willing to sacrifice everything. In the chaos of the apocalypse, a new kind of security service is needed to enforce order where nations have failed. From the ashes of Old Earth, the Sunguard rises. Scorched Earth is a sweeping hard-science epic about collapse, survival, and the cost of choosing a future when the present is already lost.

I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say ₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆. I just wanna stay in that... blue haze ₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆. Strange things happen when the old returns to the present.

IDFK SHIT POST this is my first fic soooo yeah its in the 1st person, travis's pov. uh some salvis but yk travis goes to church camp yuh ik it sucks dont give me criticsm if u dont like idc also i might forget to upload/continue or i might lose motivation

"A genius girl who conducted a forbidden experiment to wipe away the tears of God."

Je m'appelle Neyla. J'ai quatorze ans. J'habite à Paris, dans le bloc n°72. Ici, tout est gris. On nous a dit que tout ira bien si on respecte cette devise : Sobriété, Unification, Organisation. Tu parles ! Moi, j'aimerais juste m'échapper de cette vie, voir des arbres, la tour Eiffel, découvrir le monde...

Kto się czubi, ten się lubi. Podobno. Czy tak jest w rzeczywistości? Kastiel to zdecydowanie jedna z tych zmiennych, które tworzą wyjątki od reguł. Łatwiej poskładać meble z Ikea niż wypracować z nim jakąś normalną relację. Opowieść o szkolnej przyjaźni czwórki młodych ludzi, stojących u progu dorosłości, którzy wpadają na pomysł stworzenia gry o nazwie "Słodki Flirt".

Entries for Tevun-Krus Ultimte Science Fiction Smackdown and the entry qualifying submission.

salutations,je suis John un docteur dans la fondation SCP et ma vie a changé quand j'ai ete designé pour m'occuper d'un nouveau SCP.

[ONC2025] | [Shortlist] Marlot and Ké live in the slum of Cyberion, where they belong to the lowest level of society due to their individual flaws. They fear, but also looking forward with excitement to the 'twenty days of freedom' that will determine their adult future. Outside the gates of Cyberion, they discover that things are very different than they thought. They must choose whether to return to the suffocating tech city or embrace their new - unknown - life. ... Prompt 110: '20 days of freedom'

Forty-eight years ago, the ship had departed Earth on a two hundred year voyage to 82 Eridani. "Our eyes will never gaze upon the new world," the original crew had told their children, "but we will be the giants upon whose shoulders those who see it, will stand." Born onto a ship they never boarded, raised in a prison they can never escape, and destined to bequeath that fate to their own children, "the talk" becomes a touchstone moment of both childhood, and of fatherhood.

A TODD X NEIL FANFICTION?!?! I wrote this bc I was bored, and its m- m- m- MID. (Read anyways pls) Possible triggers at the start of chapters For recommendations/advice (if asked) js comment or add my disc (★Bat#4823)

Wouldn't it be nice to have a clone to who helps us with menial tasks? Someone we can trust to do everything exactly the way we would do it ourselves? Or let's imagine you have a serious accident - but there is nothing to worry about since you are able to replace your body with a new, identical one. And as a plus, it's even twenty years younger. Now this brings up major conversations about identity. Are we more than a sack of cells? If someone creates a perfect copy of you, will it really be you? Ooorah and enjoy!

"Toutes lumières n'est pas signe de clarté, toutes ombres n'est pas signe d'obscurité." Un mystère plane au-dessus d'Esmée, de James, de William, d'Olivia et de Delhi. Cinq jeunes personnes sans histoire et pourtant une seule chose les unis : chacun à une part d'énigme qu'ils sont incapables de résoudre. Ils leurs faut comprendre ce qu'il se passe dans leurs vies. Le problème est de savoir comment ? Et qu'adviendra-t-il lorsqu'ils sauront...

Five young women control the fate of humanity's expansion into space. After the Global Earth Alliance's (GEA's) hostile takeover of the fourth independent space colony, rebel leaders from the colonies launch an operation called Project Ragnarok to cripple the GEA and drive them out of outer space. And at the heart of the offensive are the young women chosen to pilot five revolutionary combat suits known as the Valkyries. Each pilot must use her wits to infiltrate the enemy and protect the space colonies she's vowed to liberate. But when they discover there is more to Project Ragnarok than they were led to believe, they second guess the orders they were given and question the loyalty of her allies. Meanwhile, a power-hungry young GEA officer named Theo Alexandrov will stop at nothing to achieve his vision of peace for all mankind. Even if it means manipulating the Valkyrie pilots into killing those who stand in his way. *Character artwork by Ilona Beukers/@ArtsicFox on Twitter *Cover art by Sweet 'N Spicy Designs

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