Category Archives: Fiction

“The Authentic History” by Aaron Emmel Adira conjured light from the darkness. Her fingers stitched luminous threads into orbital stations and naval assets, years’ worth of data visualized as holoprojections. The solar system’s planets flashed with reflected sunlight as they … Continue reading →

“Howls Unbreakable” by Allison Thai On her way to see the next patient, Katya scanned through the report made by the ER physician: “32 year-old Middle Eastern male with no medical history presenting to ED via EMS for evaluation of … Continue reading →

“The Artist Lih” by Christopher D. Leonard I followed the attendant to Senya’s bedroom and tripped over an extension cord. From a nearby nightstand, its connected lamp toppled. The unlit bulb, secure and surrounded by a lampshade, did not break; … Continue reading →

“The Toaster” by Calvin Cage The Toaster scribbled on the ruined whiteboard and erased, scribbled again, erased, over and over. Three little ovals that could be abstract faces, each slightly different, appearing and disappearing at the same remarkable speed, like … Continue reading →

“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 →