Author: John Adinolfi Jessica always wore a tinfoil hat. Everyone knew everyone’s business in Prescott Bay, but no one knew why Jessica wore the hat - which didn’t stop them from having theories. “Look, here she comes,” called Mary Worthington. “Doesn’t she care what ...

Author: Majoki Doesn’t matter who I am. I am not the land. I walk it. Day in day out. One footing at a time. A footing is not a standard unit. It is determined by growth, the flora and fauna, in a defined area when it is clear nature has begun to rebalance ...

Author: Mikki Aronoff

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer A figure looks both ways along the street. Nothing but dust devils spinning across the plasmac. With a resigned shrug, he steps up to the entrance of the Constabulary House, waiting for it to scan him. Inside the building, he ambles over ...

Author: Russell Bert Waters Grandma isn’t well. Might be a stroke. Incoherent mumbles. Faraway look in her eyes. What to do? What to do? All the EVs in the Orange Sector are shut down today by remote signal. It isn’t our week to have the allotted four hours of driving ...

Author: Majoki The transporter operator tapped his fingers on the console nodding his head in time to some inner rhythm. “Sure, it’s you. Done this thousands of times. No one’s complained.” “Would they know to complain?” “I’m not following you?” “If they were ...

Author: Mahaila Smith "What is this stuff," Bunny asked the spiky lipped girl offering her the small bag. "AdBlok," she said, putting some powder in her mouth. Bunny tipped some powder into her mouth. Her face weighed into her head and her vision blurred, turned purple. ...

Author: Moriah Geer-Hardwick Ira Holt scowls down the loading ramp at the landing pad. The wild tangles of his silver eyebrows hang low and heavy over his gray eyes as he scans the area. His face is pitted and weathered, like rusted steel. He stands with one wiry arm braced ...

Author: Philip G Hostetler I'm a light-rope walker, it's my business to tread where particles are waves. And I've been walking for all of eternity, a grave responsibility that wasn't so much given to me, but I became. It's a curse that I speak in poetics, it turns out ...

Author: R C Olivares Dave was the operator on duty that evening. He walked with his hands in the pockets of his snow coat through the cold corridors formed by thousands of metal racks that buzzed like a massive beehive. He stepped out of the elevator and into FNC’s control ...

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer You walk out the door and I can’t help but smile. Sure enough, you slam it, then shriek as the last remnant of wall topples your way. The door frame had been the only thing keeping it upright. The cloud of dust goes away on the breeze to ...

Author: San3sus It began with a mid-1600s book of collected feathers tied into ornate flies from the Smithson Museum. The hand tied flies had been made from the feathers of rare and extinct birds with each bird’s taxonomy written next to a skin sample tacked into the back ...

Author: David Barber Welcome to all the action from this year’s Sunsports! With my new co-host, AL, a series 7000 artificial intelligence... We prefer the term Autonomic Lifeform, Chuck. So, AL, talk us through the favourites, the latest cooling units and what to ...

Author: Sarah Klein Candy watched her brother cross the room and hit the woman in the face. She blinked, stunned. She watched for a moment longer out of morbid curiosity. Then she quickly closed the tab and firmly punched the THUMBS DOWN button. She tabbed over to the ...

Author: R. Gene Turchin We hired college students for work at the moon history park during the lull between semesters. The cost to get them up here is still high even though we now have weekly shuttle runs. The shuttle carries 20 passengers plus a crew of four. Launch and ...

Author: Majoki The Good was the worst. The Bad was worthless. The Zombie, at least, was willing. Life is so energy intensive. Though the Zombie held few thoughts in its putrefying head, this one stuck as flies buzzed feverishly around, attracted by the kill on the ...

Author: Mattia Ravasi They came out of mirrors. Out of shop windows. Out of lakes and ponds, if the water was clear and still enough. Our doubles. Identical, but opposite. Indistinguishable from us except for that look in their eyes, the look that people like my mom (mired ...

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer There are mornings when you wish you could reset the world by going back to bed. For me, today is one of those. I woke to find the newsfeeds saturated with pictures of someone who remained a friend despite their ever-increasing fame. I ...