Author : Claudia Silva “How do you want your eggs today, dear?” He entered the kitchen with a big smile, happy to start the day. “I’m in the mood for some scrambled eggs, a little bit of tomato, onion. Maybe some mushrooms,” he replied. “I’m sorry,” she said with a ...

Author : Ronald Guell Day 5482: Here’s the problem with traveling at light speed. There’s no point in looking out of the window. You can’t see anything. It’s just a vast endless flat black. Trucking at 99.99999999% the speed of light, there are no stars visible to ...

Author : Julian Miles, Staff Writer The woman on screen is stern of countenance, yet there’s mischief glinting in her eyes. It makes her even more beautiful. “Who is she?” “Melpomene Drenaly.” “Why I am seeing the face of an inhabitant of the planet,” he pauses to query ...

Author : Henry Gribbin I am a child of the 60’s, therefore I am a veteran of the Cold War. I had the typical abnormal upbringing of that time, but there was one thing that made me somewhat different from other kids. As a young boy I felt this sense of dread. I know that I ...

Author : Joe Essid The bluish-gray haze in the western sky this morning is not the shadow of the Earth, rising up against the Dawn. No, there is something out there. It's coming, already slipping over the sky like a thin curtain, the first of many curtains before it arrives ...

Author : Laila Amado Marjorie began freaking out when we lost contact with Earth. I gather she thought she would still get to go home one day, though I can’t imagine the corporation ever paying for this trip. If you ask me, I think the bastards finally blasted themselves ...

Author : Thomas Desrochers Michael lit a hand-rolled cigarette, hands shaking. “What fucking century are you from?” Jack opened his flask and took a long drink. Michael exhaled smoke. “What millennia are you from?” “The one where everything sucks.” Jack spat on the ...

Author : Duncan Shields, Staff Writer Once they were gathered on the elementary school playground, teams needed to be selected for a game of Grobnars and Subjugates. Dinklebarg, a grobnar, was today’s selector. Greg, a human, raised his hand and asked, “When we play ...

Author : Julian Miles, Staff Writer From orbit, this island must look like charred toast floating in a soup of boiled seafood. They’ve rained fire upon us for hours. Not sure what we did, but, as Lailoken always said “It isn’t about what you’ve done, it’s what they think ...

Author : Philip Berry Stan looks right through the innocent, who stand in pools of studio-bright light where the afternoon sun reflects from countless mirrored towers. Turn up the power and they'd boil on the spot. It is the last natural warmth he feels. Carrying ...

Author : Beck Dacus Running down the hall to Solo’s dressing room, I could hear the security guards behind me. It didn’t matter; I only needed a second with Solo, and then I would be a legend in my neighborhood. I scanned the names on all the doors until I found his, then ...

Author : Russell Bert Waters Brushing his teeth, Josh heard a chime from the other room. It wasn't the familiar chime associated with email or social networks, it sounded more like a “system” alert. Curious, he spat into the sink and walked to the living room. On ...

Author : Thomas Desrochers The crowds below were packed shoulder to shoulder, bathed in neon and the ceaseless murmur of advertisements. Ed watched, chewing his lip thoughtfully. “Doesn’t it feel like it should be louder?” “Does it?” “Yeah. I mean think about it, they ...

Author : Steve Smith, Staff Writer "Transmutation, or more absurdly 'transmogrification', that's the crux of the biscuit, isn't it?" The speaker stood in the middle of the room, behind massive horizontal length of stone cantilevered on top of a single metallic spire which ...

Author : Lynette Aspey My grandfather was a stone disciple. I only began to understand what that meant when he stopped speaking and began to stiffen. Yet, even then, when the cost to him was clear, our neighbors still brought their sick and their wounded for him to ...

Author : Julian Miles, Staff Writer I’m standing a little too close for his bodyguard’s liking, but it’s crowded in here and I have to be sure. I stumble a little and Ileo himself reaches a hand to help. I take his arm and smile. He doesn’t recognise me. “Thank ...

Author : David Henson One morning I have a horrible pain in my right side. I go see Dr. Ivan, my organ manager. She concludes my body is rejecting my liver and quickly puts in another. Less than a week later, I can barely get out of bed. “We’ll have to put in a ...

Author : Charles Paul Wallace I thought I'd got lucky. She was my type, you know? Late '20s, not-too-pretty-not-too-plain, intelligent...and, apparently, interested. I was in one of those black-light bars by the Thames, near to the corporate headquarters of my employers, ...