Category Archives: Fiction

”Rain Walker” by S.J. Logan Brooke finds cover before the sky opens and death rains down on the city that once thrived. The air tastes of chemicals and dampens a warning for others to scurry from the broken streets. She … Continue reading →

  “In This Together” by Robert Allen Lupton Mom and Dad were at the Federated Planets reception and I was stuck with the stupid babies in the nursery. They get to meet the representatives of forty intelligent races who invited … Continue reading →

“Breach” by Gunnar De Winter It was as if some cosmic god had punched a hole in the moon. The shuttle descended into the skylight. Almost a kilometer wide and several hundred meters deep, the near-perfect circle in the lunar … Continue reading →

     “A Rose for Revenge” by Nancy Hatch I brush my human hand through the prickly rose bushes, letting the thorns nip at my skin. Clove laces the damp, mossy scent of the conservatory. The nagging ache at the … Continue reading →

“The Ones Who Walk” by Rebecca Schneider A ghost? Yes, I’ve seen ghosts. But you don’t want an old woman’s tale. You will call it nonsense. You want to hear it? Well, sit beside me, daughter of my daughter. Your … Continue reading →

“Birther of Stars” by Leslie Vedder The ocean was full of stars. As far as Thea could see in any direction, the thick, ink-blue water around her glowed with hundreds of thousands of bioluminescent exocephalopods—ammonites as red as supernovae, pulsing … Continue reading →

“A Bot Named Dog” by Wendy Nikel It was lucky we were at home when Dog went on the fritz. Had we been off on one of our museum excursions or wandering around the farmers’ market, I’d have had to … Continue reading →

“The Happy Students of Jayden M. Martinez Middle School” by Jonathon Mast “You all know about depression, right? Self harm, feeling sad, all that? All right, let’s skip ahead then.” The presenter turned to fast-forward through a handful of slides. … Continue reading →

“Memory’s Rule” by Genevieve Sinha Clementine knew about war because Bonne Maman’s stories often began with it: Pendant la guerre. During the war. During the time of bombs, of nights in blackout, in hunger, in fear. The time of roughshod … Continue reading →