Category Archives: Fiction

“The Golden Rays of the Morning Sun” by Marc A. Criley A blue-violet flash. And sparks, streams of sparks; immersing me in all-the-colors-of-the-rainbow sparks. A dull rumble punches through the helmet’s attenuators. I’m weightless, floating…and stupidly lucid. Weightless, not space … Continue reading →

“Three Hundred and Sixty-Four Hand-Tied Knots” by R. Y. Brockway   Today I tied thirty-seven knots and completed my rug’s missing rosette. It took all the orange silk I unraveled from the obi I found stashed amongst the ingots to … Continue reading →

“Hellhound, House Broken” by Gerri Leen   The hellhound was patrolling the neighborhoods he’d come to love, waiting for his next call to action, when he smelled the unmistakable scent of what the humans called treats. Then he got a … Continue reading →

“Ransom and the Christmas Tree” by Robert Runté   “You missed the turn,” Lily said. “Nope.” Trixie said from the front seat. “We’re not going to Banff this time.” In the back seat Ransom exchanged looks with Lily. “Um,” Ransom … Continue reading →

  “What Rhythms In Your Body Have Changed?” by Sarah Pauling   Excerpt from communication: November 22. Sent from Dr. Cao Xinyun’s personal terminal, Mars Station. Addressed to Dr. Serge Farro, aboard the Independence Hermes-class transport ship. […So you see, … Continue reading →

  “To Pieces, Slowly” by Megan Branning -1- Keys jingled outside and the front door opened. Benji turned around to see Limelight stagger into the house, with a tear in his green suit running from chest to hip. Beneath that, … Continue reading →

“Russian Rhapsody” by Forrest Brazeal If you want to find the zone, you must first relax your arms and shoulders. Natural technique flows from the core of the body in radiant waves. A pianist who relies only on the power … Continue reading →

“Natural Selection” by Lindsey Duncan “Why are we stopping?” Pazia Ke’Lieren wondered, pressing her nose against the window as the carriage glided to a halt. “And where are we?”  Massive trees loomed on all sides, their leaves a fiery barricade … Continue reading →

“Factory Girl” by Derrick Boden At the heart of every magical town lies a curse. The curse is the driveshaft, the motor, the preternatural fuel. Without the curse, there can be no magic. It’s a simple cost-benefit. Magic isn’t rocket … Continue reading →

“The Coming End” by Bryan Thomas Schmidt and Jonathan Miller    In memory of H.G. Wells.   March 1989. The pounding at their door came too early that day, the day the world changed forever. “Reveille” was scheduled for 0530 … Continue reading →