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I saw my death at lunchtime in the Aleppo marketplace. It wore my dead bride Sarah's face — she had been killed by mortar fire while finding food for us.
Terrified, I hurried to my boss and begged time off to go to Isfahan on family business. He understood that I needed to escape the fighting: I didn't need to mention that. Reluctantly, he agreed. Unfortunately, by that stage there was no safe route out of the city and no safe route anywhere ...
Night wallowed in stagnant heat and sleep left Cascade Street, defeated. Mars stretched out on his small bed and fought for rest. The fan churned the air above him. No breeze came through the open window, just swarms of little black glossy bugs that tapped against the walls. He blinked in the dark. With every rotation he waited for the fan to come down. Cut. Slice. What a mess it would make. He blinked again. Sweat glued him to the sheets, and the old woman upstairs started to dance. A foxtrot, a rumba, all thumps and pounding as she waltzed around her lounge room with her long-dead lovers.
Jesus Christ returned to earth on a cold November morning. He did not arrive as many might have expected, for he landed in the humblest of locations — the parking lot of a Walmart in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. The second coming fell the day after Thanksgiving, otherwise known as Black Friday. Across the United States, it marked the start of the Christmas shopping frenzy.
Jesus rose from the ground, resurrected behind a row of shopping carts in the middle of the parking lot. He stood dazed and confused, wondering where he was, until his eyes lit upon a sign on the street nearby: “Welcome to Bethlehem.”
Subsistence was more an aspiration for the Village, harangued as it was by a gnarly mountain range and a contentious climate at the edges of the continent. A passing traveller once commented it was godforsaken.
At first the Villagers thought it was the sun itself come to calamity... something so vast, awful and pretty was beyond the imagination of even the most moonstruck tiller of soil in this place where dreams were slightly frowned upon. The silver enormity crashed into a nearby slope previously remarkable only for its particularly cantankerous goats.
So, are we all concentrating?
The year is 2016. From far beyond our solar system a fleet of alien craft makes its way at great speed to Earth. Their intention towards humankind — unknown. Are they coming to strip Earth of its resources? Some think they are. But maybe, just maybe, their opponents say, alien intentions are peaceful. Indeed, many people of the peaceful persuasion believe the aliens’ sole purpose in coming to Earth is altruistic, to share their advanced technology.
...the stairs lead away into the dark beneath that decrepit mansion that lies upon an ancient moor steeped in history and folklore. There are tellings of old things that ruled the land, things that died out long before humans first put pen to pad and began to record what happened to them. “Rubbish, poppycock,” you think to yourself. Yet that minutiae of primitive fear that exists in the collective conscious of all humankind cries out, “Stop! Go no further you fool.”
Canberra, Australia, 2069:
“We immobilised one of them yesterday,” said the Territory Police Commissioner, “but it self-destructed.”
The Chief Minister scowled. “Any idea who sent them, or why?”
“No idea,” said the Commissioner, “We traced the feed to various virtual servers on the deep web. Those servers are no longer online, but there are bound to be others. Where the information goes after that is anyone’s guess, but we’re following up some leads.”
“Extra-terrestrial?’ enquired the Chief Minister.
Uluru, womb of the world.
It was here that bunyips in utero emerged from an iridescent horizon to kick up dusts of dusk and breathe gusts of mystique and fertility upon an arid land. Sanguine sands nurtured newborn fauna and ripened the wrongs of the past. The colours of twilight danced like phantoms as the earth eclipsed its sun. One could lavish themselves upon a wellspring of heritage, hallowed tales, and — in her case — hubris.
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The Real Dream World
by David Scholes
Fortune Favours The Brave
by Benjamin Hayes
Home Of The Gods
by Garry Dean
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In Space No One Can Hear...
by Laurie Bell
Inaugural Broadcast Of The Children's Cooking Show: A Transcript
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Yesterday And Today Are Tomorrow
by Andrew Massey
His Favourite Dance
by Paul Sheringham
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