Posted by Jared Axelrod on December 31, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“New life!” came the call throughout “God’s Hammer,” from starboard to port, from aft to fore. It echoed through the corridors and ricocheted off the trophy skulls that decorated them. The men and women who crewed “God’s Hammer” sharpened their knives and painted their bodies in preparation. “New life! Hoist the rag! Hoist the rag! [...]
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Posted by B. York on December 30, 2005 · Leave a Comment
TURN THE SCOPE. Earth-124. Subject: Davis, Conner. Occupation: Car Salesman. It was an ordinary day of waking up, drinking coffee, and making his way to the lot again but Conner was glad that every day had its predictability. New Fords meant New Mustangs with all their pretty little colors and displays, and he never ceased [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on December 29, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“‘Wanted: Breast donors. 34 C or D cup, O negative or AB, Caucasian. Non-smokers preferred. $500 USD plus expenses. Absolutely NO BINDING.’ What the hell is this?†Ryan waved the classified ads in Race’s face. “Donors for plastic surgery? How much demand can there possibly be for that?†Race shrugged and looked up from his [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on December 28, 2005 · Leave a Comment
The feeds are not for the news. The feeds are the distraction, the feeds are the facade. The news is contained within them, invisible to the naked eye, downloading itself as cookies, slipped into meta tags. Sometimes, Anna wondered who controlled the news, who encoded it so carefully before covertly disseminating it to a throbbing [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on December 27, 2005 · Leave a Comment
The girl with the tangled hair sat on the cliff face overlooking the ocean, and dangled her feet into the expanse. A ragged doll made of socks and cast-offs sat beside her. Every so often, the girl would adjust the doll’s slumping posture. She saw the man’s strange ship land, but she didn’t recognize it [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on December 26, 2005 · Leave a Comment
When Goldie opened her eyes and saw the colorful fish swimming outside the curved window, she screamed, loud and high. The big Ohma waddled over and picked her up in its fuzzy, globular arms, hugging the little girl close to its warm soft body. Goldie shoved the Ohma away and wiped at her tears. “Stupid [...]
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Posted by B. York on December 25, 2005 · Leave a Comment
No one is sure where it came from. The old books with paper pages will tell you that it came from Cologne Cathedral, but I’m not so sure anymore. I imagine it comes out of the woodwork when trouble starts and times are dark. It’s time for the holidays again, but all we hear are [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on December 24, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Me? Oh, I’ve always known. I mean, not that I knew what it meant, but I’ve felt this way since I was a child. It wasn’t something that came out of nowhere, you know? But yes. When I went to high school, that was when I really had problems. I remember hiding in the girls’ [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on December 23, 2005 · Leave a Comment
The picture made the cover of the Tzarin colony newsletter: a petite, blond-haired girl kneeling in the center of a flock of hibernating escravo, her arms wrapped around her skinny stomach and her face contorted by sobs. It was a powerful image, this preteen runaway surrounded by the sprawled and angular bodies of the plantation’s [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on December 22, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Starting January 1st, 2006 365 Tomorrows will be launching it’s Podcast; Voices of Tomorrow, which will feature some of the stories of 365 Tomorrows. A Podcast is Internet Radio. It’s available for download whenever you want to get it, and, like an RSS feed, you can subscribe to a Podcast for automatic updates. Voices of [...]
Posted by Jared Axelrod on December 22, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Hongping watched a small child flounce across the glacier floor. The furry grey snowsuit the child was sealed into kept it from going faster than a clumsy amble, but it didn’t seem to mind. It was charging toward a huddle of summarily swaddled children. Waving its arms like that, the handless sleeves of the snowsuit [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on December 21, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Herring rushed down the wet road toward the dock. Thirteen minutes till the grid went live. Thirteen, an unlucky number. Herring thought about knocking on one of the doors in the first class residential district, pretending to be a businessman trapped by his late hours. It would have worked before his counterfeit identification card had [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on December 20, 2005 · Leave a Comment
It’s tough to tell when someone disappears. You always just figure they’re busy at work, or studying for finals, or on vacation, or something of the sort, so none of us thought anything was strange when we didn’t see Nodek for a while. Actually, to be brutally honest, none of us even noticed. I mean, [...]
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Posted by B. York on December 19, 2005 · Leave a Comment
The surprise was ready. Melanie had worked hard to ensure that this November would be the most wondrous time that her daughter, Fawn, had ever experienced. She’d made all the right calls and had the work done in a forest around their estate. As the workers departed, she left them with thanks and heart-felt appreciation [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on December 18, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“Half-man, half-dinosaur!” A voice-over perfectly matched with the combination of human and tyrannosaurus genes that hovered above Zyi Izaiah Eizenberg’s holo snapped him awake. “The perfect candidate! He literally devours his opponents! Kennedy Rex wants what you want, and is not afraid to use his 4-foot long bone crushing jaws to get it!” “You can’t [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on December 17, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“So what you’re saying is that—†“What I’m saying is that I want you to look at me when you speak!†Christie scowled at her husband. It was an argument they’d had at least a dozen times in the six months they’d been married. “That’s what webcams are for.†Joel was stiff and tense, as [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on December 16, 2005 · Leave a Comment
There were no trees on earth but despite this the Martian men took to the metal forest as easily as the native Martian woodlands. They battled the native Earthers in crumbling buildings and industrial towers, dead electrical lines strapped between sprawling cities. On Earth, this urban warfare was measured in inches. Orion had slept in [...]
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Posted by B. York on December 15, 2005 · Leave a Comment
It’s not easy, you know. I’ve had to sit here until they needed me, just like all the rest, but they tell me I’m special. The scientists told me that I would be different than the others, that they pulled me from the plant and opened me up with the cutting edge of science. It’s [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on December 14, 2005 · Leave a Comment
I think I was about eight years old when I decided I was going to be a scientist. When you’re eight, this sounds like the perfect career. I could see myself in a starched white lab coat surrounded by petri dishes and beakers as I looked into an antique microscope all day, and then, at [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on December 13, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“I’d like one Sephiroth, please.†The voice of the timid, mousy-haired girl in front of the counter matched her appearance. Maggie sighed as she looked up from her paper. “Do you have an appointment?” “Ah, no. Was I supposed to?†The shy girl looked uncomfortable and wrung her hands. “For most of ‘em, no, but [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on December 12, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Jesse McVeigh had lived long enough to remember a time before the wall was erected, way back before the seawall was necessary to keep back the waters of the Sea of Tranquility from encroaching on the borders of the city of Artemis. Old Jesse McVeigh will tell you about those days, if you ask him. [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on December 11, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Moresheck was one of the brutish, ham handed psychics that roamed the twisting urban alleys of the north face of Mars. All his rapes were consensual. All his fights were fatal. He was a free citizen bound only by his ability to pay for damages, but no one ever got far enough to charge him. [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on December 10, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“Open this door. Right now. I mean it! Open the damn door!†Herbert kicked the car door in frustration. “Honey, will you please tell the car to open the door?†he asked through clenched teeth. Herbert’s wife, Alice, peered up at him through the driver’s side glass from her seat on the passenger’s side. “I [...]
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Posted by B. York on December 9, 2005 · Leave a Comment
It was Friday evening and Lucas was getting ready to perform his duty. He’d already tugged off his leather loafers to put on a pair of combat boots. He’d disheveled his black hair in front of the bathroom mirror and traded his pinstripe jacket for an old worn t-shirt and army fatigue vest. After arranging [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on December 8, 2005 · Leave a Comment
The glass beads were black and white: tiny flattened circles that made a loud clattering sound when he emptied the bag onto the glowing white floor. Most of the 1,394 settled within a few feet of his legs, although a few rolled to the outer reaches of the room. “The problem here is that you [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on December 7, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“There’s an element of theatre to all this, ain’t there?” the sheriff said. Malachai Singh was a gruff man, but a fair sheriff, and Sister Britney took this into account when she spoke to him. “Jeddeloh is our home. We’re here to assess the damage, get some closure.” She motioned behind her to the hundreds [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on December 6, 2005 · Leave a Comment
As you are probably aware, the writers of 365 Tomorrows has been invited to be guests at PhilCon 2005. PhilCon will be held on December 9th to 11th, at theMarriot Hotel in downtown Philadelphia. Here’s a list of the panels we shall be speaking at: • Fri 9:00 PM in 306—Science Fiction about “Touchy” Subjects [...]
Posted by J.R. Blackwell on December 6, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“Oops!†a golden egg dropped from Yizzies mouth onto the glowing floor. “There goes another baby!†she laughed and a skittering spider came with a dustpan to clean the mess. Raich pulled his eyes out and threw them halfheartedly at Yizzie before plugging his sockets into the curling white wall. “You’re a fashion slut.†he [...]
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Posted by B. York on December 5, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“This planet needs a Messiah so you and I have to fuck.†Sydec said. He didn’t mean for it to come out that way but the tests were absolutely fail-proof, and he needed to express the urgency of the matter to Vsha. That’s aside from the fact that he wasn’t always too keen on delivering. [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on December 4, 2005 · Leave a Comment
The cloister, in the grand tradition of all ancient edifices like it, is cold. It is by necessity metallic, unlike its predecessors, but as if to make up for this failing, its cold is that of the utter desolation of space. To walk inside, I must wear a full survival suit, though gravity is maintained [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on December 3, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Subject 643-M, age eight, sits cross-legged on the floor. Before him, a wide array of screens flicker rapidly, some with pictures, some words, some numbers. Thick tubes connect from the ceiling to a horizontal row of ports on his back. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t have to. Time is meaningless to a Scryer. The boy’s [...]
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