Author: Palmer Caine There is nothing until the buzzing and ringing disturbs my deepest thoughts, my darkest dreams, and I am awoken. I'd heard tales of dreams unlike any terrestrial imaginings where memories are colours organised in a table of elements. A place where ...

Author: R. J. Erbacher I’m writing this down because at some point there are going to be questions and I want to keep the facts straight. And no computer, don’t want anybody catching wind of this. About three weeks ago I got a call that my grandparents had died. Not at ...

Author: Arkapravo Bhaumik As I recall, at first it was a middle-aged woman from Sicily, Ariana Antonella. It was then I realized that though the feminine anatomy is a work of art but it felt out of context as I am derived from a man. On the brighter side, it was very ...

Author: Morrow Brady The four magic words. Complimentary Bed and Breakfast. Javed smiled. Somewhere, someone needed his critique. Rolling green countryside sprawled forever below the single white dot of a departing pod-cab. Mossy grey granite outcrops peppered the ...

Author: Renée Jessica Tan When we had isolated the predator gene, it was with all good intentions. The idea was to build a hyper-focused, unrelentingly driven, unapologetic and fearless Alpha. We knew these characteristics aren’t always considered a positive in society, but ...

Author: David Barber “Yes, I remember this one. His ex called it in. We found a bookcase full of porn. Vintage 2D on magnetic tape,” said Frank. The woman sitting on the other side of the desk is Jan Fierro, the Department chief. “When you say we, for the ...

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer A savage chorus rises about us and I start running, dragging Mitchell with me. “What? Why are we running? I didn’t see anything.” I say nothing and try to hit my sprinting speed with a hundred-kilo doughball in tow. “Slow down! They’re ...

Author: Timothy Goss Mother watched from the kitchen. Johnny witnessed her disgust, she no longer recognised her son, neither recognised nor understood him. It was strange, one night three weeks ago he went to bed and everybody was acting and speaking normally, using ...

Author: Cara Yablonski The delivery was late. For the first time ever. Every season, the Towne received a shipment full of supplies. Necessities of life. A crate: the size of a modest house and filled to the metal-clad brim with sustenance. One that you could always count ...

Author: Gabrielle Elaine Thurman James sneezed, the corn maze’s pollinic miasma tickling his allergies. Shaking fingers pulled a tissue from his pocket. He dabbed his watery eyes, which searched the crowd at the labyrinth's entrance for anyone matching the app’s description ...

Author: Beverly V Head Sandrine was up early to begin work. She had put all the ingredients out the night before so that she could get started as soon as she got up. She had a long day ahead of her with teaching, errands after classes, and a late movie with her ...

Author: Katlina Sommerberg The grey tabby crouched low to the earth, her belly collecting dust. Duchess’s eyes tracked an iridescent gleam zipping across the sky. She wiggled in place: a final preparation before takeoff. *** Her human had adopted her from a shelter, ...

Author: Morrow Brady Stavros mooned the earth like the asshole he was. Jacob, the calm, perfunctory overseer AI, had never seen such a thing in its operational life but understood that showing one's personal point of evacuation to a whole planet, meant something emotional ...

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer Drantill’s become a regular over the last year. His arrival times vary, but he’s always seated by 12:00. From then until 12:30 he watches the long lines of the digitised clockface on his phone move, saying nothing, barely breathing. ...

Author: Michael Anthony Dioguardi I’m getting too old for this shit. Suzie Zapach. Serial number 386D1286. She’s got the m-series processor and the defect: emotional evidence displays. Category: Lacrimal system malfunction. There’s been a lot of these since they started ...

Author: Michael Walton How do the stars feel, you ask? You are right to inquire of one of us – we are the ones who know, after all. You little bags of carbon and water, who can't even see most of the light that we emit, have no idea how we feel. How do the stars feel? We ...

Author: Olivia Black, Staff Writer It’s 4 am and Leed’s alarm doesn’t go off for another hour. It feels like she’s barely closed her eyes and the socket at her temple is hot and achey from overuse. There’s no use trying to force more sleep, she knows from experience that ...

Author: Rick Tobin “Don’t feel threatened, Melissa.” A squat, balding officer faced off a bewildered woman in a beekeeper’s outfit, shackled to an interrogation desk. “Threatened? Your armed thugs dragged me inside for just crawling ten feet over your fence. What the ...