Author: Hari Navarro, Staff Writer The woman, who’d run to the farthest edge of a star system to find who she was, contracted into herself as she read the message and discovered that, perhaps, she had not. Renfield Station/ Pluto/ Transmission Incoming: “You don't know ...

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer Confined in a 4-metre cube with nothing but my thoughts for company. Poor conversation and haunting memories by day, convoluted dreams by night. The dreams are too disturbing to contemplate long enough to unravel, so they leave varying ...

Author: Arkapravo Bhaumik “ … according to them, GOD was a superior being who cared for their well being and could undo their wrong-doings. Most of their morality was related to GOD. They often gathered together to lyrically speak about GOD and bestowed GOD with offerings ...

Author: DJ Lunan The policewoman eyed me sternly through the crosshairs of her pistol. Her blue uniform wet from the remnants of the time blizzard I’d arrived with. Her free hand flat-palming to dissuade a rash attack. Yet she clearly wasn’t police. And I was ...

Author: John McLaughlin To Whom It May Concern: My wife and I have reviewed your report with great disappointment -- with such disappointment, in fact, that only after two straight weeks of sobbing, dry-heaving, and manic-hysterical disarray, only then could I ...

Author: Rick Tobin “He’s on edge again. It’s intolerable when he tears into our crew like this. Makes me itch all over.” D-7 moved away from overheated control panels. He heard sputtering of wiring insulation against conduit. Corrosive effervescence from singed plastic ...

Author: David Henson The prisoner, his shoulder burning with pain, winces the pickaxe overhead then slams it down. The crystalline surface fractures. The shards slice his hands as he loads the jagged pieces into his wheelbarrow. When he hesitates, a disembodied voice tells ...

Author: Rollin T. Gentry A series of video clips play on the large screen behind the podium, low budget re-enactments, as a smooth, male voice narrates: fear of heights, fear of the dark, snakes, and spiders. Primitive humans making simple mistakes leading to their demise. ...

Author: Hari Navarro, Staff Writer The man hangs inverted and naked from the pole that sits at the centre of a galaxy. A neglected cosmos of once delicate but now mob trodden flowers. A meeting place that slopes down, pulling away from where the eternal city had halted its ...

Author: Mark Joseph Kevlock The snow outside is at least four feet high. This will finally give us that chance to talk. Only, which one of us will begin? "I never meant to hurt you," Marcine says. "You tried to kill me on three separate occasions." "I don't always ...

Author: Richard M. O'Donnell, Sr. Tee-Crux entered the spaceport with her service animal in tow. Everyone stopped to stare at her ET-Ultra. Even the ticket agents and porters gawked. Tee-Crux was especially pleased with the oohs and ahhs from the verbal races and the ...

Author: Steve Smith, Staff Writer I stand in the doorway, an invisible force for the moment stopping me from going any further. Arthur, ever the watchful companion, lifts his head and looks right at me, ears perked up, tail wagging, gently thump-thump-thumping against ...

Author: Stephen C. Curro It’s curious to look into the eyes of a dinosaur. There’s life there, but not the cold reptilian shade you’d expect. You can see the theropod is assessing you with genuine curiosity. Then it moves and its head bobs slightly like a bird, its foot ...

Author: Jamie Fouty Everything dies in this house but me. I don’t know if I’m immortal or if this is punishment. Three births happened here, perhaps equilibrium was wanting. The second death was the hardest; the third took two at once. After the fourth, I abandoned the ...

Author: Hari Navarro, Staff Writer A single bullet was all that was needed to start the last ever war on earth. A bullet and the head of a small child to put it in. Innocent, in as much as she surely had in her possession a life less used. But then so did many of the ...

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer The walls are sweating as I labour up the stairs. Intravenous packs are heavy and I have to buy in bulk, otherwise I couldn’t afford enough of them. The door opens to my retina print and I barge in, pushing the door closed with my ...

Author: Suzanne Borchers CHARLIE had found itself leaning against a trash bin in a nearby alley—alone, jobless, and needing shelter. Its owner had abandoned the retail store to run away with his clerk to parts unknown. It had rained for a week and its once pristine joints ...

Author: Irene Montaner I was never good at holding my breath underwater. So the moment the doors closed I knew I only had seconds left to live. Seconds left to think of Luna, alone in that escape pod. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. I used to play that game on hot ...