As a writer, one of the biggest challenges I face is explaining why I write what I do. This often comes up because of what I call the secrets of genre. I write speculative fiction, but if I sit down to

Canva Beliefs are Individual subject and we cannot call it as True or False it will just stay in the form of belief only. But when we call belief as individual subject, it means whatever belief hold by

{Speculative Fiction... In what does it speculate, or for whom does it do for? L'Auteur? Well certainly they are a core contingent part of the group, but they are also the ones making it. The readers?

Opening by @gaby-crb Kayla’s boots hit the ground. The dry earth scattered into dust clouds as she strode across the front of the house. Manny was late again. The harsh sun beat down against her brown

THE EXECUTIONERS COMETH In the outshirts of the sleepy town, Jonesville, we find two brothers sitting on the steps to the porch of their cabin. The air was still and no bird offered a song, it was time

THE EMPIRE LIVES! Resting on the apartment complex walls, the cockroach pondered the dumpster city's charm and persistence. How could something so great and good be so full of shit? At the same time? Very

LE PURPLEBERRY IS DE BEST Welbu and Stel walked in the forest. Welbu lead the way, giving Stel a deep tour from a local's viewpoint. Stel had traveled hundreds of miles to see his old friend, which he

BOARDING SPACE STATION UNICORN MAXIMA “We've all seen this before.” The smoke in prison cell number twenty three hovered beside the man's bed. “Something we consider bad is going to happen.” The man sat

Lifting rhythmically, the speaker clenched in both hands, body glistening from sweat, she swung her hips; the hypnotized crowd inside the purple underground cave, where the spirits come to play, danced

NO WAY BACK Inside the Elder's office in the O-timeline, Velin dragged Rajad from the outside. "Rajad! Get him out of this thing! What in the world is it? I know you're in on this, get him out."

BEEPS Clorus nursed her eye, whimpering on her knees. “Gunshots? Frandice had no gun. Willis! I fucking hate you! My beautiful face, life will never be the same.” She rose and went to the kitchen to grab

PORTAL #8 The heat from the luxury apartment kitchen agitated every piece of furniture, every room, every inch. “If you weren't so occupied with your own success, maybe you would've been there for your

SIGNAL LOST “I think I got one with some juice still left in'm.” Kicking bodies in the royal courtyard, the cockroaches searched for help. “Yea, well if they can't walk by themselves, how are they going

THIS IS A LIVE BROADCAST PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE ASSOCIATION OF GALACTIC FOOD: (Something is unwound and rewound) "Don't be afraid, call Tracy's(version 4.2 from dimension zero) League of Soul-eaters

VOID A flimsy cockroach leg barely caught hold of the edge of the hole. The ones on the ground cheered. “Hold on tight! We're going to make a latter!” Two cockroaches prepared to be launched by the rest

THROUGH DREAMSLEEP 93 Turfur gripped the laser pistol harder, a trip in the neuroelectric circuits. The ruins of his house he had built long ago, another stain in Albelost's history. He ran out to the

DIE The group of lame cockroaches arrived at the white vault and found Adira's corpse in a pool of blood mixed with a blue liquid. “She's the one we needed, but she was murdered.” They stood around the

CHANGE Cockroaches scattered the royal courtyard floor, lethargic and disoriented. The dragon escaped through the hole, the monster chasing her tail. A majority of cockroaches stilled and flipped on their

PUSH In the darkness of the tunnel Adira dug with her sword, they ventured back to the sterilized white vault. The wizard lion, stuck in a looping suicide thought pattern, dazed off, milky eyes on the

THROUGH THE VOID The humming from the jet engine faded away as the message appeared on the screen. Ivic Berant, the hybrid humaniod being, pulled hard to the right, turning the air-craft around in the