Category Archives: Fiction

“The Man Who Was Not Himself” Philip Brian Hall How can I describe this weird business? Just the way it happened? But if I begin Alex appeared at my restaurant table, you’ll think some guy I know wanders in, catches … Continue reading →

“AIs Don’t Feel Guilty” by JM Williams The thump of the VTOL’s heavy rotor blades was like a machine-gun chorus, drawing the aircraft forward, skimming the ocean, onward towards its target. There were several dozen in a scattered formation, looking … Continue reading →

“Birds of London” by Beth Cato Birds in London speak different dialects than they do in Sussex. Doris rests her violin against her thighs and laughs to herself. Of course their songs are different. Everything is different here. In her … 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 →