Category Archives: Fiction

“In Memoriam” by James Van Pelt Cemeteries hold stories like butterflies alight on your palm. Every stone a revelation. Every flower laid on the ground, some with nothing left but stems, some as fresh as yesterday, every framed picture faded … Continue reading →

“Brown Eyes” by Kelsey M. Snyder   I remembered nothing of my life before the Menagerie. The Menagerie wasn’t its official name. That was engraved upon the sandstone entrance in great block letters—RIKERS ORPHANAGE OF NEW YORK CITY—but no one … Continue reading →

Human Trials by Alec Austin and Marissa Lingen It was three weeks into the study, and participants were already claiming to see results. Pauline Lin kept warning her patients that it was the early days yet, and that they should … Continue reading →

“Street Rat” by Jennifer Campbell-Hicks The bio-house’s heartbeat annoyed the hell out of Chase. The deep throb behind the walls pulsed through his eardrums, behind his eyes, impossible to shut out. Made it tough to focus as he crouched in … Continue reading →

“Bute Street” by Craig Owen Jones Gwen strode along the beach towards the cove, her hair streaming eastward in the breeze. She would not have been out in such weather, but it had been days since she had left the … Continue reading →

“Degrees of Separation” by Ruth Nestvold Rolynka, Alaska, September, Six Degrees Celsius (Forty-Three Degrees Fahrenheit) Ellen Teayoumeak clambered down from her pickup and pulled the shoulder bag with her paperbacks from the passenger seat. Hopefully Rita Piscoya would have some … Continue reading →

“Mustard World” by James Victor   I picked the creature up with my tongs and it wriggled like a little girl being tickled. I held it close to my visor and willed the HUD out of the way. Convergent evolution … Continue reading →

“Prayer” by Mike Buckley   Before they left Lunad on a stolen continent ship in search of the farthest god, Wasa’s job was water. The Lunad Womens Prison was a pit built down into the moonrock, accessible only by a … Continue reading →

“The Onmyoji’s Wife” by Kate MacLeod Kenji stood, onmyoji cap in his hands, trying to lose himself in the gentle breeze that whispered through his favorite tree, picking up the scent of the peaches before tickling over his uncovered head. … Continue reading →