Category Archives: Fiction

“Infestation” by R. A. O’Brien That wasn’t our code. Fright rushed through me. He’d never forget our code, never make a mistake with that. I had to be sure. I hit replay. “The events are straight-forward, Daisy Mae. A gibbous … Continue reading →

“Kintsugi” by Amanda Dier Aki stumbled on a jutting cobblestone in the darkened alley and clipped his face against a pole at the edge of a steam-wreathed stall that sold roasted meats. The vendor hurried over to him, fist raised … Continue reading →

“It’s a Perfect World After All” by Russ Colson Levin Alache managed to keep his feet on the sidewalk, but the woman’s packages scattered in every direction. Had he not known better, he’d have thought she walked into him on … Continue reading →

“The Price of Eggs” by J.C. Pillard That morning, when I opened the refrigerator to the boiling red glow of a nether portal pulsating on the top shelf between a half-empty jar of salsa and Saturday’s leftover egg rolls, I … Continue reading →

“Smudges in the Holiday Window” by C.A. Rowland Harold dipped the soft fabric end of the window cleaner into the bucket of soapy water, just as he’d done when he was alive. He wasn’t sure why he was still doing … Continue reading →

”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 →