By Simon Petrie

The Adequacy checked its reflection. It accepted what it saw in the mirror — were this not so, it would have been a crisis of identity —  but just the same, it felt

By James C. Clar

The rain shimmered in the neon lights, bleeding against the glass walls of the apartment high above the city. Inside, Lyra sat in the dark, wine glass in hand. She

By Toshiya Kamei

“Any change?” Father asked as he entered my brother Ken’s hospital room.

Mother shook her head. Worry had carved deep furrows into both of my parents’ brows.

By Edwina Harvey

“I want to go back and play with the dinosaurs!”

There’s petulance in the words of the companion entity who journeys with me.

Maybe that’s where

By P. J. Keuning

I am the monster. 

I guard the secret passage to my Master’s lair. 

No one gets past me.

I see the intruder coming.

To kill my

By Norman Goodman

My name is John Walmsley. Aeronautical engineer. First-class captain in the United States Space Forces. An elite astronaut-explorer since the Great Discovery.

By Isabel McKeough

No one talks about how hard it is to find good baggage. No, not the emotional kind; actual baggage. Like

By Julie Wornan

Said the fiery Sun to the Moon,
You know, you'll fall into me soon.
And so will the Earth, your planet of birth.
All this should occur by mid June.
Said the

By Kevin J. Phyland

Be careful what you wish for. You just might get more than you wanted.

It started as all good tales do, with rats running mazes.

A high energy

By Alice Webb-Smith

Gemma ran down the stairs with a huge grin — it certainly was childish, but she couldn’t help it. It wasn’t as if there was no reason to be excited, anyway. Bouncing

By Steven French

Here, now, at the end of all things and even of those things that aren’t quite things, Zahak found it. Zahak, whose name had once reverberated down to the galactic core

By Joseph Sullivan

The hour was nigh once again. Even before I looked out the window, I could feel it through my veins, and in every beat of my corrupted heart.

When I looked

By S. V. Teixeira

Years ago, they seeded chips inside human skulls — turning the unlucky ones into Lithium Heads, or litheads, who shuffle through the city compulsively drawn to the