Posted by Kathy Kachelries on March 31, 2006 · Leave a Comment
No one knew how long Catherine Malone had been missing. Her absence was reported to the police after three weeks of unpaid rent, but neighbors admitted they hadn’t known that the apartment was occupied. “She kept to herself,” said the landlord. The universe does not think in hours, days. There is no measure of universal [...]
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Posted by B. York on March 30, 2006 · Leave a Comment
To Martin J. Weaver: Dear Spiritual Investor, This letter is a gift in the form of advanced notice concerning the change in management of your Temple in Manchester. Our organization, the American Church of God, has taken notice of the success of your Temple’s missionary programs, and after careful research and investment, we decided that [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on March 29, 2006 · Leave a Comment
When Lieutenant Carol Door stepped off the space ship she was carrying her laser knife, her unloaded rifle and the broken micro-cam that held the pictures of her family. She carried her starched grey uniform, and though it had never seen her home, it reacted to the change in climate as it would on any [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on March 28, 2006 · Leave a Comment
The robot was no bigger than a diner roll, and had a tendency to shift on of its many stiff legs when it was processing. It was on the kitchen table now, and Megan lowered herself so that she was eye-level with it. It’s forward-motion sensor quivered when her face came close. One antenna moved [...]
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Posted by B. York on March 27, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Lucian’s body had been cleansed to near perfection and his head shaved to remove any thread that might disrupt the process. Everything had to be perfect, or else the project might fail. They placed him in Dorm 12, a white-walled comfortable living space. He sat there looking through the pictures they gave him of happy [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on March 26, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Captain Ariella Claymore floated in the center of the cargo bay as Chief Bill Roberts manipulated the tractor beams to guide the lifeless spacecraft through the bay doors. “She’s an antique,” the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom. “There’s an American flag on the port nacelle. It’s got 54 stars. That puts her in the [...]
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Posted by B. York on March 25, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Whoa, that was a long jump. What was that, a fifty foot drop? I don’t feel it right now, and that’s fine by me. This fucker running from me is going to taste my pain. My boots hit the floor and ignorance runs thirty miles an hour. My heart is producing what was already injected [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on March 24, 2006 · Leave a Comment
The Immortal danced. The colony world smelled like new spring, and the night air was cool on the Immortals skin. He whirled around the bonfire the settlers had made to rejoice in the spring and celebrate the barn raising. The immortal flung his feet in a wild and practiced dance and thought about suicide. His [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on March 23, 2006 · Leave a Comment
The cryocrate rested unobtrusively in the corner of Sanitation Engineer Edward Holmes’s broom closet. It was metal, like most cryocrates, and marked only by the blinking temperature meter and a yellow sticker declaring CAUTION: MAN-EATING SNAKES to those who cared to read it. Most of the flight staff did not care to read it. Their [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on March 22, 2006 · Leave a Comment
I have a fine grandson named Lorenzo, and he and his mother and father came down to visit me. He brought his wonderful burnished helmet and beautiful, shiny aeroboard with him when they came. I felt very proud, and I thought at last I would be able to interest him in what I did professionally. [...]
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Posted by B. York on March 21, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Before we go any further, let me stop to ask you some questions. I’m so excited to have met you, but there’s something I want to tell you before you enter the port. You see, I haven’t really been honest with you and you must have wondered why I was out here all alone. Surely [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on March 20, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Venusians do not worry about being on time, and I think I know why. It’s the fog—the dense fog that permeates the atmosphere and keeps visibility so low. Every terraformed planet has its quirks, and this is ours: though the poisonous gases have been removed, the fog is still here, and it follows us wherever [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on March 19, 2006 · Leave a Comment
When Countess bit Zimin on the playground, her mom and dad got called in for a parent-teacher conference. Everybody was trying to pretend they weren’t upset by putting on smiley faces, but they were mad, Countess could tell. She wasn’t supposed to bite people till she was sixteen. Zimins blood wasn’t even any good, it [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on March 18, 2006 · Leave a Comment
The judge pounded his gavel three times on the sound block. “Next case!” The bailiff stood at attention. “Sol versus Robert J. Walsh. Case Number 28769-807.61. Mr. Walsh was clocked doing 121,546 kilometers per hour within the ecliptic.” The judge scanned the arrest report on his monitor. Without looking at the defendant he asked, “How [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on March 17, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Carlos didn’t want to appear suspicious, so he stayed in a doorway three houses down from the corner. He tried to distract himself, thinking about the possibilities of using curry sauce in chicken Kiev, but he kept looking at the corner. Carlos wanted this to be over as soon as possible, so he wouldn’t have [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on March 16, 2006 · Leave a Comment
“It’s not that you’re boring,†John protested, even though it was. He hated conversations like this, and they always seemed to happen to him. This was his third uncomfortable breakup in as many months. “Then what is it?†Lila demanded, her pout twitching on the edge between anger and tears. John sighed. He’d seen this [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on March 15, 2006 · Leave a Comment
The curtain went down. The heat death of the universe played out in one last resounding note, the final dénouement to the performance. “Well.†The young one emoted wildly, sending sparks of light and beauty bouncing off its consciousness. “What did you think?†The Eldest did not comment but turned its presence to another, a [...]
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Posted by B. York on March 14, 2006 · Leave a Comment
We finally did it. For centuries philosophers both of science and religion wondered how much it would take to push ourselves to the brink. They hypothesized and prayed to what end man would come if they kept pushing the limits. All of the wars fought, the corruption broadcast and the sin rampant in environment and [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on March 13, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Zai Lockheart felt slightly claustrophobic on her mother’s porch despite the open, rolling wilderness of the Martian countryside that surrounded her. The house was a pre-fab job—“my aluminum box†her mother called it—and it felt cheap and flimsy compared to the monument of stone and wood Zai had grown up in back on Earth. Zai [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on March 12, 2006 · Leave a Comment
TO: Major-General Peter Wixtreed FROM: Colonel Todd Fuller RE: Continuing contact with Species #7652-28D As suggested, sir, we pressed for visual contact and after some time the diplomatic envoys gave in, though not without a good deal of trepidation. They seem uncomfortable dealing with military personnel, so I reduced our contact with the envoys to [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on March 11, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Julius Bright wasn’t a designer, though he was often mistaken for one. Julius was the man who made designers, who launched and crushed careers. He had owned magazines, was the heir to an incredible fortune, a net star, an idol. Twelve years ago, Julius Bright told me that I wouldn’t have any future as a [...]
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Posted by B. York on March 10, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Stretching his thin arms, Xytherzuk slipped into his council chair, the last of nine to be seated before the chamber of balance. The high-council glared down upon the little grey being staring up with black eyes that were nervous and begged for mercy. A being in robes stood at the table and looked down to [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on March 9, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Terina fumbled in her pocket for her pill box, a present from her mother. If you had to live with such an unfortunate disease, Mama had told her bluntly, you might as well have something nice and unobtrusive to hide the necessary medication. Terina had needed a pill then, too, letting her six-year-old bangs hide [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on March 8, 2006 · Leave a Comment
On Saturn’s ring plasma knives were illegal and as such, costly. Tangerine remembered Big Slab used to wear one around his neck, but she had never seen him use it. But this was Earth, and Earth was said to be civilized, unlike those settlements on Saturn’s rings. Which meant that when these girls from Tangerine’s [...]
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“It’s a transition period,†Meryl says, but everyone knows that once you’re in, it’s nearly impossible to get out. It’s a matter of logistics, really. We’re a three-person, which means that each of us gets about five waking hours per day. Take travel time into account, and we each have four hours to work, assuming [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on March 6, 2006 · Leave a Comment
She let him make love to her. He smelled like new cars and cologne, he moved with a measured rhythm. Her mouth tasted like mint toothpaste. She looked over his shoulder through the white light of the window. She was sweating into her sheets, her breath silent, and her lips thin and tight. She let [...]
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This post is about Steve. Who is Steve, you might ask? Well, quite simply, Steve is awesome. I could regale you with tales of the intrepid Canuck that is Steve, but instead, I’ll let the changes to the site speak for themselves. The searchable archive is my favorite modification, but you should check out the [...]
Posted by B. York on March 5, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Traditions are hard to break but the ones that mean something never go away. Today is just any other day for Marci except that today she walks to the store to get her groceries. Marci America is sweating after the first few steps of her journey to the store. She feels hungry because the vitamin [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on March 4, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Daikan hadn’t told anyone about the birds. They were his secret, but each day, he had to prove to himself that his secret was still there. The fields stretched out wide and sun-kissed, rows of wheat and corn and the colonial crop of beravados swaying gently in the wind. Daikan breathed the air as he [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on March 3, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Everyone asks how I met Archer, if I picked him out from the agency’s catalogue or if he was recommended to me by someone else and other such questions, when in truth I must confess that I had never met him before he showed up upon my doorstep. I had merely requested a valet from [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on March 2, 2006 · Leave a Comment
On the night Alpine Zanzibar died, that diva light, that genteel fantastic, the people that loved him bought him the moon. Together his friends pitched a fortune and purchased the lunar landscape for the entire night, inflicting their choices for the moon’s color on the entire earth. At 6PM the moon was a crisp blond [...]
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