AntipodeanSF

By Bryan Keon-Cohen

There I was, minding my own business, trying to read the paper, when she wandered onto the platform, walked past, eye-balled me briefly from beneath

By Michael Barry

What a jolly old genre's spec fiction 
Unlike the literary kind 
Who bitch about 'fairies and rocket ships' 
While money drives them outta their minds 

Litty ficcy is all very special 
Their words just might make a big diff 
But not if they spray like diarrhoea in hay 
And all of us puke with the

By Scare in a Box

The invitation in Grier’s hand read: Once in A Lifetime Opportunity. There was a lot of other text there too, but none of that really mattered. He figured, how many truly once in a lifetime opportunities does a person get? One? One at best! Most people lived their whole life without knowing such a thing. At the top of the invitation was a logo for the Resemble Art

By Andrew Dunn

Harimau jadian. Werecat. I first heard of the legend in one of Singapore’s open-air markets. Me and a couple guys off USS Aquila were ashore after a rough patrol in the South China Sea. Lim, a taxi driver, took fifty bucks from each of us in exchange for showing us around. We ended up in the market, where organic medicinals were hawked alongside exotic fruit,

By Anthony Woolley

When I grow up, I’m going to live on a moisture-wind trap farm named Mos Arrakeisly, located on Habbanya Ridge at the edge of the Western Dune Sea. It will be a large well-like dwelling dug into the arid desert sands and surrounded by sealed qanats to protect it from immature sandworm vectors. With my singing prowess and a laser cutter tuned to the perfect pitch

By N.H. Van Der Haar

Study of Computer-Generated Artwork No.1

A Garden Wedding

Lou Guillam
Painted 2032 in Melbourne, Australia
Willed by

By Mel Ifield

“I went out to explore the universe. Earth had become too crowded and complicated. I watched stars explode and galaxies spin in beautiful colours. I saw new worlds and the edges of mind-bending open space. Now I’m back and you wonder what I search for at the bottom of a bottle?

“I search for the never-ending darkness hiding more colours than a

By A.P. Bird

I know you might be too old for bedtime stories, but my father told me one when I was your age, and it helped me find confidence and peace.

“Science fiction again?”

Yes. Your grandpa was a nerd. This is how it begins:

A distant place not so distant from here, and with people not so different from us, was about to collapse into war. In order

By AJ Martin

There’s a gravel road that takes you west towards a small town. This town has a church and a mess hall and the big farm stretching acres, miles, into the next highway, as far as the state line. Sunflowers with browned petals, the seeds harvested and loaded into trucks to be sold to the grocer and the gas stations along the way. The sun’s still warm but it’s late in the

By A.L. McDonnell

Five seconds was all it took. A dense shadow drifted through my car, obscuring my vision. A couple of blinks and it was gone, so I didn’t think much more about it until I pulled into our driveway. A woman stood just inside the gate, hose in hand, watering the garden. She looked up and smiled as I parked and jumped out of the car. 

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