For our Serial Sunday series, we are presenting The War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells. When mysterious cylinders fall from the sky, Victorian England is thrust into a terrifying struggle for survival as Martian machines lay waste to the countryside. Told in serialized chapters, this landmark science-fiction classic unfolds as a gripping tale of invasion, panic, and humanity pushed to the brink.
As the final rocket departs for the stars of Alpha Centauri, one man chooses to stay behind and claim the ultimate inheritance: an empty, silent Earth.
After landing a suspiciously affordable apartment in Logan Square, a grad student discovers her new roommate is a 90s-obsessed ghost who is less interested in haunting her and more interested in the proper way to label her leftovers.
When two friends step into “Eighties World” for a day of hairspray and synth-pop, they discover that behind the colorful facade of their favorite decade lies a brutal historical reality—and a rogue army of Soviet robots determined to ensure they never reach the Nineties.
After missing his train by the usual five minutes, a habitually late man finds himself trapped in a hauntingly empty subway station where the clocks have stopped, the passengers have his own face, and the next stop is always the same.
A scientific experiment goes awry, leaving a man trapped between two worlds and forcing science to confront the limits of perception.
A mysterious carnival prize becomes a vessel for fear, imagination, and the unsettling power of what we choose to believe.
Faced with an alien predator whose weapons render Earth’s strongest defenses useless, Commander Jon McPartland must execute a desperate scientific bluff and a high-stakes tactical gamble to save the Solar System from total annihilation.
After stumbling into a mysterious Chicago tavern where the patrons treat him like a long-lost legend, a reserved young man disappears from his life forever, leaving his friends to eventually discover that the bar, and everyone inside it, never existed at all.
Working his first shift at an abysmal call center for the “Vital-Link Wellness Band,” new hire Elias quickly realizes that the red status light on the wristbands is not a glitch but a death timer, and his scripted, seemingly nonsensical instructions are actually guiding the wearers to their exact, preordained places of demise.