Science Fiction Stories

A Swarm Cycle Story
A high school boy struggles with social changes of the pre-apocalyptic world, girl crush problem, and his existential crisis. He wants to be left alone and eaten alive by the alien swarm. His family and best friends try their best to sway his mind, to join the Confederacy. Will he allow it? How did they trap him?

A Sci-Fi porn. In the Warp, the orgasmic pleasure and sharp pain are the only working energy sources.

A story in the The Mayhem Universe
A public servant in a future society enjoys the fruits of his labors and the fringe benefits of his government making Hump Day the law of the land. Of course, he has help.

What if your entire life needs a makeover? Would the opportunity for a fresh start be worth erasing your former life forever? What if you only fully understand what that means after it is too late?

She looked unarmed. "STOP!" he ordered using his falsely deepened authoritative voice. It was a girl, Young, maybe late teens, battered and dirty. Likely half his age. "My parents are dead." So was much of the World's population. The end had come swiftly. But a girl, out here, alone? He couldn't help himself.

Alien parasites with a hive mind take over the bodies of humans. The Hive spreads by sexual transmission.

A short, about a certain development in sexual experimentation in the future. Zero actual sex but it's all about sex, and very sexually 'charged' I would say. I don't pretend it's a classic or epic action or side-splitting humourous story, and it might not be your 'thing' but it's literate, researched and thought-out and contains an interesting concept. If you're going to give it a score of 3 or 4, you must be a smart reader, so at least take the trouble to give me an intelligent reason why.

A Swarm Cycle Story
Living artifact joins the merry crew aboard the Arc Dios.

The funeral parlor was a large operation. They processed dozens of bodies every week for final resting places. Some were cremated and didn't need the heavy duty cosmetic work to make them look presentable. Sometimes the dirty and hard work had certain benefits when pretty young female corpses were stretched out on top of the metal tables like slabs of meat ready for a night worker with a yen for the ultimate submissiveness possible.