Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer The auditorium is full to capacity, aisles filled with standing attendees as well. The rush and lull of a thousand conversations fades as a single figure strolls out onto the stage. Pausing by the lectern, the figure picks up a…

Author: David Berger inside , eddie is a strange combination of blandness and aggressiveness . he has a gift for sales , so he can always get a job selling something . eventually , he figured out that his gift also worked online . so now he buys and sells…

Author: Dan Nicholas Dr. Tracy Walker cradles his coffee, gazing out of the room’s portal from his orbiting outpost. But the beauty of the celestial cycle cannot hide the sins of man as the sun moves across the lunar landscape, exposing the grotesque scars of this…

Author: David C. Nutt This is the worst part of my journey. Around me are the decaying sins of my ancestors. Giant earth chewing machines, empty vats that still have the acrid reek of gluttony and greed. Tangled pile of cables, some as thick as my leg, and everywhere…

Author: David Barber Trey was chatting about being an alien sex-worker with the Mr Lu franchise. She was booked into a clinic on Pallas for cosmetic surgery, and what with expenses and everything, she was grateful to hitch a ride with Perry. Perry piloted a bucket,…

Author: Bill Cox Welcome, old friends and assorted strangers, to my first blog post since my somewhat unexpected and of course deeply tragic death. I would like to thank everyone who attended the elaborate and tasteful funeral. I understand that it was a deeply moving…

Author: Alastair Millar I was on my way to Marvin’s to relax after a crappy day when opportunity reared its ugly head. It had all started with my boyfriend telling me that “we weren’t working out” – but only after he’d stayed the night and let me make him breakfast,…

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer It’s dark in here. Which is both true and false. To my limited perception, there’s no light. In reality, I’m a long series of binary digits running in RAM somewhere in the world: my senses are irrelevant. 97 years ago, 20-year-old…

Author: Sara Lynn Burnett It wasn’t until the plane began its corkscrew landing into Kabul that the marine sitting next to Anne spoke; he offered her a ginger candy to help with nausea. Aside from the pilots they were the only two aboard, strapped into a windowless…

Author: James Kowalczyk “I’ll get the head nurse on the late shift to translate and write it out for me,” Oscar said. Toby stopped playing with the ball of gauze he’d swiped from an orderly on the third floor, took a deep breath and shook his head. “Not going to work….

Author: Majoki The guild meant trade and the guild traded in corruption. It was such a corporeal term: corruption. Bots experienced corrosion. Breathers experienced corruption. Entropy always had its way. SevenTen was in a thick crowd of breathers. That was Cheapside:…

Author: Bryan Pastor “Daddy’s eating carrots. Daddy’s eating carrots.” The children chided Maurin as he walked past them, crunching loudly on the long thin strip of vegetable. He smiled with mock sincerity flashing a smile filled with orange chunks. The children…

Author: Mark Renney Cartwright’s job was dealing with information, but he wasn’t the one responsible for collecting it. He didn’t garner or gather, didn’t even transcribe the documents. When the documents arrived all of these tasks had already been done. Cartwright’s…

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer “No, Mister Reynolds, we will not reconsider our position.” Datten winces at the shouted reply. “No, sir, we are not regulated by that organisation, nor do we answer to the authority your brother chairs.” The reply to that is loud…

Author: Majoki I called it Stig for obvious reasons. But, I shouldn’t have had to name it. It should’ve been identical to the other units. Nondescript. Interchangeable. Like termites, ants, or caterpillars. Creatures that deposit signals in their environment to create…

Author: Tyler Barlass You rest the stock of the gun on your shoulder, place your finger on the trigger and shoot. You’ve done it so many times that your aim has become impeccable. The bullet whizzes through the cold, barren landscape until it meets its target – the…

Author: David C. Nutt It was good to be back in the Pacific again. Darting through the kelp beds, rolling through the surf, gathering at our sacred rocks. I knew in about 30 days this would wear thin on me. Then it would be back on land. A hike up Shasta, the desert…

Author: Bill Cox It was a surprise to us all when Callum volunteered to inwardly migrate. We all knew a ‘friend of a friend’ who’d done so, but Callum was the first in our extended family. I’ll be honest, I was disappointed that he’d signed up without consulting me….