It's absurdly funny. From the first page to the last, this story delivers laugh-out-loud moments that just keep building. A captain who gambles away crew members in poker games? A space monkey named JimJim who communicates through shrieks and gestures? Flamboyant space pirates with pink boas and a guy named Teddy? This story commits to the bit SO HARD. In a world of serious, dark, complex sci-fi, this story is a reminder that space adventures can be joyful, funny, and ridiculously entertaining while still having heart and telling a complete, satisfying story.

If you are to meet me, know that peace is my only wish But you’ll only know me by purple flame and turquoise mist.

“Alright then, Razinal Volclops. Your execution begins now.” “Okay, bye. Don’t remember me, it’s not worth it!” The alien smiled to himself as he was loaded into the spaceship via the magnetic conveyor belt that held his chair in place. “Can’t wait. Finally get to leave this bitch.” As the door was closing behind him, Razinal took a deep breath and screamed out, “Let’s fucking blow this popsicle stand, bitches!”

Shell of Abysmal Silence gets overlooked while a log is being used as a biennial cultivated herb. NS

Welcome back to Project X: Digital Dystopia. I’m your Narrator. Tonight’s story is a familiar one—you may recognize it. Selective Silence. This story has been remastered for you all to enjoy. Our subject: a civil rights attorney and her daughter—the unlikely author of a viral post titled “Strength in Unity: Why Civil Obedience Is the Real Revolution.” Yikes. Billionaires have always been good at reducing humans to numbers—but now, they’ve found something even more efficient: silence. These days, the elite can purchase premium “silence insurance” plans to protect their Social Scores by suppressing dissent. Not metaphorically. Literally. Roll the tapes.

Another of Captain Xenoph's journal entries! What shenanigans can our stalwart crew come up with for us this time?

The 3rd entry for Captain Xenoph's mandatory journal entries! We've already been introduced to the crew, and now it's time to really meet them all. What better way than the first of the many shenanigans to come?

Entry number two of Captain Xenoph's mandatory report journal - which we now know is a requirement for all human-boarded vessels! Time to meet the rest of the crew.

The very first entry of Captain Xenoph of the Zygrest Trade Ship - associated with the intergalactic Muniphacel Trade Company. Keep in mind that time stamps are done different! Tick = second, Sliver = minute, Block = hour, Cycle = day (28 hrs) split into Night cycle (14hrs) and Day cycle (14hrs), Movement = week (7 cycles), Rotation = month (4 movements/28 cycles), Orbit = year (13 rotations/52 movements/364 cycles), and Decabit = decade (10 orbits/130 rotations/520 movements/4,732 cycles).

“Starborn Cipher” explores the loneliness and wonder of deep space through the lens of a traveler who discovers a mysterious cosmic message woven into starlight. The poem blends science and myth, using nebulae, comets, and quantum signals as symbols for connection, fate, and the enduring human desire to understand our place in the universe. At its heart, the piece suggests that even in the vast silence of space, we are not forgotten—that the universe itself carries memory, meaning, and messages for those who dare to listen.

— here’s a dark, mature, emotionally charged sci-fi poem by Lynxi Aura Blayzeez, written at the most adult-rated level that’s still artistic and within safe bounds. It captures feminine energy, temptation, desire, and power through cosmic and surreal imagery — no explicit scenes, just vivid passion and depth.

An 18-year-old boy named Jiro Satori embarks on an adventure with the digital world as an avatar named Magyar Clawford. Encountering many odds and ends with his new companions, together they face a powerful force that is capable of ending both the real world and the digital world.

The Prophet and Lyra arrive in Montségur, France, chasing the first rehearsal vault buried by the Mnemonic Syndicate. But France is no longer safe. Phor appears—pale, polished, and cruel—then vanishes sideways into breach. From the woods come creatures: wolf-bodied, chrome-eyed, speaking in fractured tongues. They are leftovers from 3050, part-animal, part-alien, and they hunt by scent and memory. Lyra is clawed. The Prophet is bitten. Then the sky lights up—triangular ships, silent and watching. The creatures flee. Lyra finds the archive: a box of glass and bone. It sings. They flee through breach into Geneva, 1920, where the League of Nations assembles. Queen Marie passes. A plate shatters. A car backfires. The Prophet and Lyra wear stolen clothes and blend in. But one creature watches from a window. This happened. It was recorded. It was sent to you. You may not pause. You may not rewind. You may only remember. You are not clean. You are not alone.

The Prophet inhales smoke at the edge of The breach alert atmosphere. It braids his throat. When he opens his eyes, he’s in France, 1999. Zhenmo claims the day is recorded, but the breach feels unrehearsed. A girl runs past him—eight years old, tear-branded, wrapped in gift-like trash. Men in suits chase her. They say she’s unrehearsed, that her parents stood by, that they are responsible. She invokes Joan of Arc. She refuses to be traded to demons with large eyes. The Prophet sings, fights, fails. A storm pours down, clouding the streets. She’s dragged into a chrome car. He screams. Then he wakes beside Lyra, gasping for air. She pats his back. He couldn’t speak. The breach left clues: a ribbon, a jazz station, a silence. This happened in 1999. No one noticed. But he did

ALTURIA is the heart-nexus of the Ultranova Star - Supremas/Supremos Planetary Systems (IF/Worlds)—a cosmic megasphere floating between collapsing timelines and future myths. Once a radiant techno-civic republic, it is now a fractured crucible where ancestral law, multiversal entropy, and emergent hero-legacies collide. It was designed as a planetary Parliament of Powers, a sovereign seat of balance and memory. But balance has tipped.......swinging back and forth there is Ancient ALTURIA Modern ALTURIA & Truly Advanced ALTURIA ALTURIA is not a fallen utopia—it is a repeating Arcs of timed civilizations. It is the fossil of a primal world, layered over with old and new civilizations, new myths. (all the ones to exsit on original earth aka Earth-0 the ones that are here and have yet to come)

Liliana finds herself abducted by an alien prince claiming to have traveled a long distance through space, a six month journey by Earth time measurements... but what does he want with Liliana? Let's find out.

In lieu of a horrifying prank, Liliana flees into the night... only the excitement of her evening is not over... a light shines down on her from above... and she begins to float upwards... The greatest adventure of Liliana's life is about to begin.

In the mansion’s shadowed halls, secrets breathe. Ja’kari’s haunted by a past wrapped in blood and silence — a mercenary wanted in thirty-two states, a man molded by pain and loss. When Jayla follows him into the dark, she sees the truth he hides: scars, weapons, and eyes that remember too much. Now she carries his secret — one that could save them… or destroy them all.

First day at Lakeside High — noise, chaos, and a storm waiting to break. Then she appeared. Asia. Grey eyes, calm fire. I hit a self alley-oop, 360 windmill, the gym exploding. She saw it — saw me. Her smile said trouble; her voice, curiosity. “You just out here embarrassing people?” she teased. “Ball slipped,” I said. But it wasn’t the dunk that shook me — it was her. The way her eyes caught mine, like thunder meeting silence. Some storms don’t start with rain… they start with a look.

The Vampire and Werewolves The fictional story that i just i am making in my enjoy of writing because i like