Posted by Jared Axelrod on September 30, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“We’ve had a problem with the cursing, haven’t we, dear?” Mr. Olivestone said, handing an iced tea to his wife. Helen Olivestone took it with a slight smile, but didn’t drink from it until she meticulously removed every drop of condensation from the glass with a paper napkin. “Well, naturally. Thankfully, it’s mostly been in [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on September 29, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“You can’t have a ray gun,” Jolie said as she dragged her pen across Jake’s sheet. “They didn’t even exist back then.” “My character invented the ray gun,” Jake clarified, and Tim snickered. “What? Somebody had to invent them.” Above the terradome in Jolie’s mother’s living quarters, thousands of LCD crystals shimmered to give the [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on September 28, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“Any personal belongings you’ll need accommodated in your craft, Mr. Mercer?†“Nope.†John shook his head at the distribution agent before him. “No baggage.†It was John Mercer’s last day on Earth. He’d lived here for thirty-eight years, give or take a decade or so spent on Luna or the nearby outposts. Never once had [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on September 27, 2005 · Leave a Comment
In the full body cycle Linda’s chest burned, sweat slipping into her eyebrows. She could feel their eyes on her, the children watching the old woman strain. The lines of her skin betrayed her. Generations blended, their cells dividing perfectly, making exact copies, eternally renewed. She pressed her arms and legs into faster rotation. Last [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on September 26, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Malcolm should have been thinking about shrimp, but he was thinking about Sumitra’s smile instead. He hated himself for it, but he was almost glad for the leak in the shrimp pond, since it gave him an excuse to call her. And Sumitra’s voice was well worth the cost of a call from Lee County [...]
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Posted by B. York on September 25, 2005 · Leave a Comment
The officer approached, hands clasped behind his back, staring unabashedly at the young astronaut, raising his slender brow in cynical awareness of the situation. He reached across the stark white table and clicked the record button on the small tape recorder. His voice was deep and disturbingly serene for the nature of the interrogation, “Why [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on September 24, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Slug eased himself onto the barstool, a lazy grin on his face. His hair had been professionally tussled that evening, and with his new hologreather jacket, he was confident in his irresistibility. “Start me up a tab, barkeep,†Slug said, withdrawing his credit card and inebriation license. With a movement made automatic by constant practice, [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on September 23, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“What I want to know, really, is where we are.” Lee was aggravated, partly at himself, for following Jason’s directions, and partly at Jason, for being a dick. “Where we are my friend, is in grave danger.” Lee looked around. “We are in grave danger in a toy store?” “This is just the evidence of [...]
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Posted by B. York on September 22, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Radiation Levels: Acceptable. “Okay, lads, we’re good. Let’s not mosh this up, right?” Lars, encased in a plastisteel suit, stepped his near-weightless form through the breached opening of the hull. The three stripes indicative of a mission commander on his right bicep stood out against the off-white hue of his shell. He glanced back at [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on September 21, 2005 · Leave a Comment
They are not awake. They have been asleep for days, years. They lie sprawled across train platforms, clutching cellphones, notebooks, and mp3 players. Their hearts barely beat, drowsy with decreased metabolism. Their fingernails have grown long, curling under. They are pristine white from lack of use. Dr. Sarah Rosencrantz had not expected this result. Now, [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on September 20, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“Oh my God. Peter, you didn’t.†Peter smirked at his wife’s gaping stare. “You bet I did,†he told her smugly. “Nothing’s too good for our anniversary.†“It looks fabulous.†Beatrice’s eyes shone as she ran a finger over the plastic wrap, feeling the smooth depression her movement caused. She giggled a little. “But I [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on September 19, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Her hands were starting to look like lobster claws. She said she wasn’t going to go all the way, and wiggled the smaller claw to show it was still opposable. She said she liked the little teeth, though, and squeezed my arm too hard. She laughed at the little indentions in my arm. She almost [...]
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Posted by B. York on September 18, 2005 · Leave a Comment
No one really found out how. In 2009 there were no more than twenty super-powered heroes trying their best to save the world, spread out thin as they were. They were always so busy. The Blaster stayed in the US, fighting off organized crime, while Sister Scion dug into corruption of Scotland Yard. They barely [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on September 17, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Day 192 Passed by that star today. The charts say it’s called Erigo, but it might as well be Antarctica. Nothing. No inhabited planets, no probes, no satellites. No sign of life. No useful supplies, either—most of its planets are gas giants, and there’s no way I could get enough oxygen out of them to [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on September 16, 2005 · Leave a Comment
I was a Nexus then, regulating and regurgitating information into packets that were fed to the meat files of mainstream media. I was constantly hooked in, floating in nutrient-gel, eyes covered, fingers locked, steering, loading and filtering information so that people engaged in other pursuits could be kept current on politics, art, media and technology. [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on September 15, 2005 · Leave a Comment
The response to the site has been overwhelmingly positive, but one thing we’ve heard repeatedly is that there is no way to contact us, the authors. There’s been some conversation on the Livejournal RSS feed, but nowhere near the interaction that we wanted, or that readers to the site have been asking for. Now there [...]
Posted by Kathy Kachelries on September 15, 2005 · 1 Comment
It isn’t about the air. Everyone thinks it is, but it’s not. The air is beautiful and salty sweet, but it’s meaningless after the comedown. It’s about the dreaming. That’s all there really is. My first time was a girl. Her name was Aida and her skin was blued out with cyanospore, eyes black as [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on September 14, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Uchenna watched his eight-year-old daughter Nat charge into the surf. She let out a piercing cry that was one part scream and three parts laugh as soon as the water hit her bare skin. “It’s so cold!” she said, adjusting her bright red and yellow goggles. Nat grabbed her arms and gave herself and exaggerated [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on September 13, 2005 · Leave a Comment
J. Loseth here, and I’d like to extend a very warm welcome to the new readers who have joined us through boingboing.net. We were linked there yesterday, and a little bird told me that it was the work of webcomic artist David Williams, whose comic you can find over at raincannon.com. Thanks David and hello [...]
Posted by J.R. Blackwell on September 13, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“Everyone in the room wants to eat you, kid.” U-Tee shrugged. “Whatever.” He hated it, but the Verba was right. When U-Tee stumbled into the bar, he immediately knew he had walked into the wrong place. The diamond eyes and lizard-like movements in the shadows betrayed the presence of Yunni and T’shesh, predators with a [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on September 12, 2005 · 6 Comments
After three hours, the old man in front of me had worked his way through six beers, in addition to every help desk joke I’d already heard. The cupholder. The any key. The write click. These are the stories people tell, now. These are the fish that got away. “Let me ask you something,” the [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on September 11, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“Arthur Lewis Jacobson of Earth. You are here and in the presence of these Justicars found guilty of engaging in sexual conduct with Ilexya Eiin Dephryn without her consent. By treaty #84753 between Earth and Ungöthein, you are hereby relinquished to the Justicars for sentencing and punishment. Have you any words to say before the [...]
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Posted by B. York on September 10, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Gavin stood before the mirror, dragging soft-tipped fingers over his face. He felt like he experiencing something for the first time—or was it the last? He caught a glimpse of his own broken will deep in his sunken eyes, lost in the years of self-abuse and emotional mutilation. He was coming down, and it wasn’t [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on September 9, 2005 · Leave a Comment
To Larah Lowell, Commander, SLT, Brigade 34, The Air Cruiser Canton Beloved Lady, Commander Wife, I shall respect your recent instruction and exclude from my letter all my hearts sorrows. The lives and souls of your crew must weigh heavy on your shoulders and if I have in my power the ability relieve such care, [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on September 8, 2005 · Leave a Comment
The nurse held Jeremy’s left arm with a practiced gentility that would have been motherly if it wasn’t so detached. His real mother was in the waiting room, wearing the kind of plastic smile that adults paste on when they’re the most upset. Jeremy was used to that smile. People did it a lot around [...]
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Posted by B. York on September 7, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Harold adjusted his tie, and gritted his teeth at the futility of the situation. “This is preposterous. I can’t be the embassy envoy to this–have you heard them talk?” Harold’s short, somewhat fastidious companion, Maud, was reading a magazine as they both walked down the aquatic corridor. The walls were thick and layered, but transparent, [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on September 6, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Carmina Claypool didn’t look much like a madam. She looked more like a fishmonger, which, Allie had to admit, was awfully appropriate. She was a powerfully large woman – soft and muscular simultaneously – and her clothing seemed to make her even larger. The gargantuan galoshes, the voluminous apron, the immense rubber gloves, all of [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on September 5, 2005 · Leave a Comment
There was a young lady at the door. They were always sending young ladies. She rang the doorbell again. Mzee looked at the screen for a few more minutes. She was very pretty, well groomed, her hair black and shiny, like India ink. She was holding a bouquet of flowers, a wildflower bouquet. One of [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on September 4, 2005 · Leave a Comment
I know that Amy is in there. I can see her, in the smirks and smiles and the way she shoves her hair away from her eyes. She’s still the same person. She has to be. There’s no reason that this should feel wrong. In a cinderblock building over the river, my fourteen year old [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on September 3, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“Mom! Mom, I wanna look at this one!†Stephen was pulling on his mother’s arm, straining against it with that eight-year-old lean that kept him just within the bounds of parental supervision, since he wasn’t allowed to let go of his mother’s hand, but created the same effect as the puppy-dog eyes he was giving [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on September 2, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Dearest Reader, J.R. Blackwell here, writing to you with a few items of interest: One month down, eleven more to go. August was an amazing month here at 365 Tomorrows; I have found links to our site in German, Korean and Spanish. Thank you to everyone who has shown us support in this first month [...]