mambasnake

Late into the 25th century, Humanity had broken through the many barriers once thought impregnable 500 years ago; breakthroughs in science and medicine that paved the way for gravity drives in spacecraft development and the cure to virtually any disease as long as treatment was applied in the early detection phases. In addition to the discovery of a new source of power that could virtually power their civilization ten times over without drawbacks to the environment, mankind was thriving. But while spaceships roamed the inky depths of space and architects worked to develop the Luna colony on the Earth’s ever present satellite, the brilliant minds responsible for contributing to the greater good of humanity had begun work on another project entirely. One with benefits yet unforeseen but more out of curiosity; to see if it was even possible to attempt such a thing. The concept of time travel wasn't new. Used as material in over the top science fiction media as the driving plot for their

Theo was browsing the internet one day when he came across a website that said it was "real transformation questionaires". He was interested, so he decided to look through them. There were many, but one caught his eye, it was titled "The Hijabi Questionaire". The idea of becoming a hijabi woman had always fascinated, so he decided it would be fun to fill it out as if it were real. Clicking on the link, he was presented with a number of questions Question 1: If you were a girl... would your handwriting be nice? Theo had always had bad handwriting, so he thought it could be nice if it were a little better. He put in "yes", and continued. He didn't notice but the handwriting on the papers on his desk changed, it became neat and clean. Question 2: If you were a girl... would you like pink? Theo had never had never disliked pink, but he figured if he were a woman he'd probably like it more. As he put "slightly more than I do now" a few items around his room became different shades of

[Hi please go ez on me this is my first story took me about 4 months. I hope you enjoy]. the moment Tom sat back, the door locked with a heavy thud. The air inside was thick, smelling sickeningly sweet, like spun sugar and cheap musk. "Where to, handsome?" the driver asked. Tom looked up. She was older, with wild dark hair and eyes that locked onto his in the rearview mirror. She didn't wait for an answer. She hit a button on the dash. A hiss filled the cabin. Pink fog erupted from the vents, swirling around Tom’s legs, rising fast. "Hey, what the hell is this?" Tom coughed, waving his hand. "Turn that off!" "Just breathe deep," she said, her voice low and raspy. "Let it in." The pink mist was heavy. It clung to his skin, warm and wet. Tom tried to hold his breath, but his lungs burned. He gasped, inhaling a lungful of the cloying gas. Immediately, his head swam. The anger drained out of him, replaced by a floating, bubbly sensation. His thoughts, usually sharp and