Science fiction is a re-imagining of ideas and technologies that we haven't seen yet, but still fit within our understanding of the universe.
Themes can include space travel, time travel, robots, cyborgs, cyberpunk, parallel realities, etc.
The fantasy genre does not necessarily have any grounding in reality, and is more concerned with magic and myth. This can encompass everything from historical Arthurian tales of court intrigue, to epic battles for empires and crusades against the forces of darkness.
I died. And yet I didn’t. Death was not what I expected. There was no tunnel, no light, no choir of angels nor a pearly gate. I found myself floating, untethered. Drifting, slipping in and out of dreams that may have been visions or perhaps glimpses of what transpired while I slept... They, whether visions or dreams, felt life-like, sometimes stimulating a particular sense – sight, sound, scent, taste, or touch, sometimes...
Magick or madness? Lust or logic? None of that mattered at that precise moment. Freya’s agile hands, slick with cunt juices, plunged into her oozing pussy, furiously pounding into her sodden hole as the limousine, swerving at a perilous speed, wove in and out of traffic, a foreboding, black Cadillac pursuing, its windows tinted to opacity. The misty, gray rain adhered to the windows of the woman’s limo, a surrogate mirror...
What is real? Philosophy and science merely describe, never define, the fabric of reality, and one’s place in it left nebulous. Pondering the essence of existence, an exercise of mental academia, was, to Freya, a question of paramount import. While the Abenaki and Hindus believe that reality was dreamed into being, others profess that our dream world is as real as our waking one. None of this helped her plight. Where does...
Illusion or delusion? Insanity or reality? Perhaps a higher octave of existence or merely a fractured mind? The ordeals terrified her, at first, and it was a long journey back. No explanation, other than delusional schizophrenia, accounted for her unique experiences. Science, magick, and conjecture only raised more questions, never providing a single answer. Other women her age fretted over dates, lovers, and whether they...
The Queen singled me out from the rubble of girls that she had carried off from what was now a smouldering ruin, but used to be the, visually at least, resplendent city-state of Amberstrat. I didn't stand out from the rest, except perhaps in looking even more rugged. I was just the first to raise my hand when she asked if any among us knew how to read and write. I regretted my initiative as soon as my hand went up and her...
Chapter 21: The Enchanted Lovers' Veil Isolde and Valencia's quest had led them to the heart of Nevermere, where rumors of a mystical object whispered through the winding streets. This artifact, known as the "Enchanted Lovers' Veil," was said to possess the power to unveil hidden truths and unlock the deepest desires of those who gazed upon it. The whimsical world of Nevermere was known for its enchantments, and the Lover...
"How good are you with bears?" Charmaine asked over breakfast. I stopped eating and looked at her. "Bears?" "Yes. You know the kind. Big, hairy, massive paws. Bears." "As long as they are where I'm not, I'm totally fine with bears." "That's about to change," she said, getting up. Her thin housecoat fell open, exposing all her goodies to me. I feared I wasn't going to play with them, and I was right. "We have to go again."...
In the midst of the harsh and relentless mountains, sequestered within the crystalline walls of her castle of solitude, resided Freya, The Snow Queen. Her home, an opulent palace of ice, was a spectacle of ethereal beauty—a frozen mirage that shimmered under the Arctic sun. Its towering spires and intricate sculptures reflected the light in a dizzying array of colors, casting a mesmerizing glow across the snowy landscape....
I started taking these notes because Dr. Brown asked the four of us to write everything down. "We're making history here," he said. "For the first time, we are not just enabling or improving existing systems, but creating an entirely new organ. Your journals are the historical documents!" "Therefore," he added, "we do not know who will read them, when, or what their knowledge of the context might be. So explain even the m...
Chapter 16: A Dull Day in a Grey Town In a world not so far from your own, where dullness had wrapped itself around every corner like a particularly drab overcoat, lived a young woman named Alice. She was in her thirties, with blond hair that had lost its luster and eyes that rarely sparkled with excitement. Alice was the very embodiment of routine, her life an endless procession of duties and the incessant drone of her j...
Chapter 11: Shadows Unveiled The night at the Midnight Masquerade had been a tapestry of desires and revelations, a dance of passion that had brought Valencia and Isolde closer than ever before. As the moon continued its gentle watch over Nevermere, they found themselves strolling through the mansion's lavish gardens, the intoxicating scent of night-blooming flowers filling the air. Valencia, her voice a sultry murmur, sa...
Chapter 6: The Flame and the Eclipse As the night deepened its embrace over Nevermere, Valencia and Isolde retreated to a secluded chamber, a haven from the world's prying eyes. The room, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, held a sense of intimacy that spoke of secrets and unspoken desires. In this private sanctum, the air between them was charged with anticipation, a palpable current that pulsed with every heartbeat...
Introduction: Nevermere – A City of Enchanted Evenings In the heart of a world where the extraordinary was not just possible, but enthusiastically encouraged, lay Nevermere, a city that didn’t just embrace the night; it waltzed with it. Here, the moon, a spotlight in the grand theater of the evening, cast a glow that could make the ordinary seem mystical. Street lamps flickered with a light that suggested they knew more t...
It takes a couple of nights before I dare to go outside. I must be careful, as I cannot wear any clothing, including shoes. The first couple of nights I stay in my own garden, looking around. My garden is closed off, so I am not visible from the road. It is a strange experience, feeling the cool wind on every part of my body. Walking around naked also means that my dick swings freely. The first time I go outside, I am qui...
Charmaine and I left our 'normal' world again. We were, once more, on a mission. She'd mentioned something about Puss in Boots, and I was curious. * The figure wasn't tall and stood with its back to us. Of course, a pussycat wasn't very tall, even when standing on hind legs. The large, wide-rimmed, black hat sported a red feather. A long, black cloak hung almost to the ground. "Let's go," Charmaine said. I nodded and star...
