Dark, dystopian short stories added every month for your reading pleasure. Only minutes to read, and packed with technological marvels and disturbing, stark futurescapes.
I awoke sharply from a feverish dream, where I was standing with statuesque stillness and completely naked at a conference of dignitaries, each of them sour-faced and looking with disdain at my white, imperfect body. For most of the night, I had been staring at the ceiling with fitful breathes of panic but only in … More
“You can not travel back in time. It’s impossible and why would you want to? But time travel is possible, time travel into the future. You just have to switch out the lights and go to sleep, you just have to wait, and then the future is there for you and you can see it … More
A home is a place you should feel safe. A place to keep the dangers out. The spectres were dissolving Tom Deringer’s sense of home by the minute. Their click-clacking metal feet probed for open windows, cat flaps and chimney pots, any easy access to inside and fresh victims. They were everywhere outside, crawling on … More
“The difference,” said Detective Shawn Trenton, “between successful people and unsuccessful people is in your definition of success.” The argument had matured to this point. When someone is shamed as a loser, defence is necessary as a default. Trenton had lost his apartment from unpaid rent. He had the money, he simply had forgotten to … More
“A day is like a pool of water. It looks permanent, it looks still, like it’s always there, but it is invisibly evaporating, it will end and it will be lost forever in a few blinks of an eye. No one will be left eventually, to remember a single day.” For an AI character, I … More
The perfect world. That is where I lived. Nothing bad ever happened. The news was only good news. The government was perfect. It was all perfect. That’s why it was such an awkward moment seeing a runner. They would often be screaming, but not this one. He looked strong, confident he would escape. He barged … More
The warm, acidic sea teased the arctic coastline, just a few feet from the entrance of the seed bank. It was a gentle lapping sound, a perfect rhythm like the sighs of sleep. Private Evan Reynolds was on watch that morning. He had enjoyed the sunrise for once, not as a duty but as a … More
My phone battery was dead. I was on my own. I heard them sneaking around in the overgrown garden of my rented bungalow and then there was that clicking sound, a lock being picked carefully. I froze, pinpointing the direction of each new knock and stumble. Surprisingly quickly, they were within the walls of my … More
It was a rude awakening. The holo-link even woke my children, they stirred in the darkness of their bedrooms and then called to us in confusion. “It’s OK!” I shouted back, trying to sound caring but with an unmistakable edge of utter frustration. “Just a holo-alert… Go back to sleep!” The image erupted in three … More
The pile of bodies was fresh, I knew that much from the lack of stench, and the blood was wet. There was still gun smoke in the air, drifting off through the courtyard and I could hear the chattering of the soldiers as they moved away down the adjacent street, casual and unconcerned, mildly upbeat, … More
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