Author : Callum Wallace The heavy perfume of roses assaults my nostrils; the smell of youthful summers spent in glittering woodlands, diamond rivers, fields of grass blowing in the wind. I barely remember now. I stink of my work; darkness, shit and fear. The rank taste sits ...

Author : Beck Dacus The organic machine hobbled unsteadily on the shoreline, leaving wet tracks in the sand. The gelatinous-lensed camera gazed up and the blue sky, and noticed a strange crescent, apparently far above, lit by the Sun. This was a surprise to the remote ...

Author : Gray Blix It had been nearly a year since he'd brought a girl home, and his heart raced as he fumbled in his pocket for keys. "Need help?" she asked, groping in the general area of his pocket. Her face so close, he couldn't help but say, "You're beautiful." "You don't have ...

Author : Julian Miles, Staff Writer The metallic grey blob shot across the cavern and landed with a wet ‘splat’ in the circular tub of turquoise gel. The conical lid had an aperture the exact size to admit the blob, and a length of cone precisely calculated to prevent any gel ...

Author : Olivia Black, Featured Writer “Some things are too good to be true.” That’s what my mom would say if she were here. Of course, if she were here she’d also be telling me to tuck in my shirt and watch my language, so thank god she’s not. No, it’s just me here, trying to figure ...

Author : Rick Tobin “You, Mister…” The pause came as the micro servers moved quietly in the administrator, shiny and stoic, with a mere chest and head. Minute flashes drifted over hardened aluminum oxide in ever flitting artificial eyes. Arms were unnecessary. Improved perforated ...

Author : Christopher Ferri “Wait, just one more look,” Mary said to Arthur before heading back into the house. Having just gotten seated in the car, he put the key into the ignition and let out a sigh before running his hands back through his hair. Arthur gave a small pound on ...

Author : Callum Wallace Ain’t even the puppets that’re the problem, you know? It’s the heroes. Useless, mate. Zoomin’ in with their lasers, their super strength. Christ, gimme a rifle and a scope any day, never mind that bollocks. Shit. Goes to show, bein’ the world’s ...

Author : Sharon Molloy Every night, a man would look up at the moon and stars. Astronomy had been his boyhood hobby. He knew about the ice volcanoes on Neptune, and Saturn’s diamond rain. Even more amazing worlds surely existed in outer space. “It must be a wonderful place,” he ...