Author : Beck Dacus The week was ending. I was typing up my summary report, excited to enter the weekend and chill at the house with my girlfriend for a couple days. My spreadsheet was half-done when Bertin came up to my desk and “checked on me.” “How’s it going?” he ...

Author : Philip Berry My music teacher, Miss Herenka, gesticulated through the blue-tinged, sound-proofed glass. I watched her thin hands glide. Her voice came down from speakers in the circular ceiling of my training cell. “Jenna come on! It’s not enough to go through ...

Author : Riley S Meachem I passed a filling station the other day. It was covered in some sort of vine, kudzu maybe, and the roads were cracked, so no cars could get through. (Hey, remember cars? They used to be everywhere!) I stepped cautiously over bleached bones, picked ...

Author : DL Shirey I pound shots of espresso until my vision tinges brown as a sepia tint. The tip of my fat finger barely touches the skin of my thumb through the hole in the handle of the tiny cup, small and fragile like half an eggshell, yet it nests another stiff dose ...

Author : Kenny A Chaffin “What is it you would want to know?” the synthesized voice asked. Johnson scanned the cryptic and stonewall faces assembled around him and the computer screen before typing. “Who are you? Where are you from? How do we know this is not some prank, ...

Author : Edwin Tam “How will you do it with incomplete memory transfer from the subject?” “We have cultural references on file: I’ll fill in the gaps.” “But you’re supposed to infiltrate and integrate: there’ll be an offspring in the house. “ “Right, four feet tall with ...

Author : Travis Gregg "Goddamit Steve, will you hold the ladder?" Darius yelled down. He'd been burdened with Steve for three weeks now and things were getting worse. Reluctantly, almost begrudgingly, Steve sauntered over and put his hands on the ladder. Darius sighed. The ...

Author : Travis Gregg "So first things first," the man began, "there is no such thing as time traveling. I'll repeat it again for those of you who are a little slow on the uptake. There is no such thing as time traveling. The past is the past, you can't go back." The ...

Author : Beck Dacus In the middle of filing my taxes, I got a phone call. I hoped it would be some kind of relief from this stress, but it wasn’t to be; it was my wife’s lawyer calling, saying she wanted to meet about the settlement and matters of custody over lunch on ...

Author : Mark Cowling Alan studies his reflection in the bathroom cabinet mirror. His face seems wrong -- older, for a start. And unfamiliar in a way he can't define, like something put together by the police from eyewitness descriptions. He looks around the room, now ...

Author : Julian Miles, Staff Writer “Perhaps it was the spirit of the time and the place that affected me. But I assure you no occurrence of any of my other battlefields impressed me so keenly. I halted on my tour to gaze on the spectacle, and to reflect on its ...

Author : Andy Tu Reach into me and fix the leak that’s dripping my youth away. The creams, the antioxidants, the buckets of ice baths—what good have they done but stall the crawl of age? My first wrinkle, curving upwards from my left brow like an evaporating tear. A crack ...

Author : Morrow Brady Through my VR glasses, I opened the file and a 3D computer model of an office tower loomed before me. This century old relic, designed by a long dead Architect, was my job for today.

I worked my way down the building, systematically walking through ...

Author : David Burkhart Where the hell is she? Joel searched everywhere for her. The cargo hatch was still securely sealed so she couldn't be in the cargo bay. She couldn’t have opened the forward hatch or they would have been sucked out into space. It was only a small ...

Author : Michael Jagunic There was an asteroid belt made of bones on the other side of the quasar. I saw it, long ago. It is all that I remember of the last place. Of the place that came before that, I remember nothing except that I was there, long long ago. Sometimes I ...

Author : Steven Carver One last tremor ran through the pod as it passed into the atmosphere of the small blue planet. The heat shield retracted from the viewport and the pilot got his first view of a real ocean. His home planet had dried into an uninhabitable barren husk ...

Author : Elle B Sullivan "I'd like to file a complaint." The teller looks back over the counter at me, and sighs audibly. "You will have to fill out form 3C," he replies in a monotone voice. He hands the form over to me and I take it to the seating area behind me, ...

Author : Julian Miles, Staff Writer Remote data entry: 17-10-94:00:21:12 – Origin: Earth 50.825024, -0.383835. There’s a crater in the ceiling and blood on the floor. It forms a crimson ring around the leg sheaths and pelvic girdle assembly that used to contain Chris. As ...