Chalfont Art Studio: Free Sci-Fi and Fantasy short stories

What if this planet… What if it’s manipulating our perceptions?”

What if this planet… What if it’s manipulating our perceptions?”

How could such beauty be reduced to mere remnants?

How could such beauty be reduced to mere remnants?

“Welcome to the moon, Penelope!” her father exclaimed, his voice echoing softly in the stillness. “Isn’t it amazing?”

“Welcome to the moon, Penelope!” her father exclaimed, his voice echoing softly in the stillness. “Isn’t it amazing?”

They had become not only domestic servants, but also secret lovers who longed for freedom.

They had become not only domestic servants, but also secret lovers who longed for freedom.

She moved with grace and confidence as she danced with her new robot friends in the neon-lit nightclub

She moved with grace and confidence as she danced with her new robot friends in the neon-lit nightclub

In the waning light of humanity's final days, a lone figure trudged through the debris-strewn streets.

In the waning light of humanity's final days, a lone figure trudged through the debris-strewn streets.

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