Author : Travis Gregg She deeply inhaled the damp and humid air, savoring the coolness. The forest was ancient and the tree trunks nearly crowded out the sky. Even though the air was thick with moisture, and condensate clung to the ferns in the underbrush, finding fresh water was the ...

Author : Julian Miles, Staff Writer “What’s this, grandma?” “It’s honey, dear.” “Honey tastes nice. What is it?” “It’s what the bees made for us, Matty.” “Real bees made this?” “Yes, dear. A long time ago, before they flew away.” “Where did they go, grandma?” “We ...

Author : Michael Blewett Her father glanced down at the watch on his wrist. “How long?” she asked. “Two minutes and thirty seven seconds,” he replied, gazing out the airlock window. The curtness was for her, she knew, but it was hard for her to hear – especially now. The girl ...

Author : Steve Pool Tess always threw the best parties; it was a fact that Lizzy was painfully aware of. Tess owned all the trendiest causes, giving her complete control over the calendars of every social climber in the city. She played the role of Alpha Queen with ruthless ...

Author : Connor Harbison “What did you just say?” “You heard me. The sun, it’s…alive.” “Impossible.” “No, no, hear me out. According to my research, the sun, it’s a living, breathing thing. Being. Not life as we know it, per say, but still, life. In another sense.” “I don’t ...

Author : Bob Newbell The man and the machine surprised one another when they happened to both enter the half-destroyed and looted store from opposite sides. The human reflexively reached for a gun, his hand finding only an empty holster. The robot pointed an arm at the man despite the ...

Author : Morrow Brady Wilma's Pass, a single stitch in the gaping wound that was the M1 Motorway, was popular with dairy farmers because of its cow content. Conceived on environmental guilt and funded by the local council's surplus budget, it was a bridge designed to be organic in ...

Author : Steve Buttner Few dishes satisfy like a classic croute du monde. A melange of shatteringly crisp technological flakes, floating in a richly flavored, savory slurry of organics, all a foil to the spirited kick and bright acidic finish of the hydrocarbon-rich rocky solids, ...

Author : S T Xavier The old man looks up from the notepad sitting in front of him at the table. “Is this all of us? I can never remember anymore.” The teenager sighs loudly. “Geeze, gramps. Must be so hard counting to ‘four’ at your age.” With a smirk, he turns to the child and ...