Moby Dick
Eighty days of waiting at the edge of the solar system, three hundred VIP passengers and one perfect shot at the creature everyone calls the Whale. The party is ready. Nobody asked who else might be watching.
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FictionBooks is a small reading room for amateur science fiction and fan fiction. It grew out of a Facebook writing group in 2024, where members swapped prompts, half-finished drafts and the occasional strange thing a language model had suggested at two in the morning.
Every story here starts with a human idea. Authors use AI tools the way earlier generations used a thesaurus, a typewriter or a patient friend: to draft scenes, test dialogue, translate, or argue about an ending. Then a person rewrites, cuts and takes responsibility for the result. Each piece is labeled with how much help it had.
We publish a few stories a month: space opera, first contact, quiet near-future pieces and fan fiction set in worlds we love. Most of the archive, workshop threads and drafts in progress are open to members only.
Featured stories open to everyone. The rest of the archive is for members.
Eighty days of waiting at the edge of the solar system, three hundred VIP passengers and one perfect shot at the creature everyone calls the Whale. The party is ready. Nobody asked who else might be watching.
Read storyTwo weeks alone inside a reconnaissance module disguised as an asteroid. Pilot Sheila Shelter waits by a hyperjump point in the Skadi system for the Vasskh fleet, and for the moment her small universe stops spinning.
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