25th Anniversary Edition
Greetings and salutations. Thanks for visiting AntipodeanSF. You are about to launch into an adventure with Australia's longest running online speculative fiction magazine.
That's right, 25 years and almost 300 issues and we're still devoted to the regular monthly publication of fabulous and original science-fiction, fantasy, or horror mini-stories of about 500 – 1000 words each, with occasional feature stories of 2000 words and beyond.
Issue 300 and 25th-year celebration! All stories from this issue (marking 25 years of publication) and Issue 300 (marking simply that many issues, in September this year) will be compiled into a print anthology celebrating these markers in the ongoing success of AntiSF.
Of course, I would never have been able to sustain this magazine without its voluntary contributors — without you there is no magazine, no show, nothing. To all contributors past, present and future, my sincere and heartfelt thanks for keeping this project afloat and making it great!
If you are considering making a submission to Issue 300, please do that soonish. That issue, like this one, will feature works from antipodean (global southern hemisphere) residents only. Issue 300 will also be open only to past contributors. So get writing...and be included in the dead-trees-and-ink anthology.
Here's a promise: AntipodeanSF will continue to be free of advertising, and adhere to our central notion: to be a collaborative creative commons work whose authors gift to you mind-altering speculative ideas — downside-up!
Now, why not read fifteen of the best right here in AntipodeanSF.
Above is the contents page of Issue #1, from February 1998. Click the image to read it at the National Library of Australia if you like.
That very first issue, online in February 1998, featured only two stories. Thank you sincerely Edwina and Rakel...
The magazine grew slowly over the years along with the popularity of the internet itself, initially featuring mostly Aussie authors, but later widening the authorial net to the anti-antipodes, and if you believe what you read in the author bios, even the far side of the moon!
Ecosystem destruction forced the flutter to lower ground, but this couldn’t keep happening. Skipper flapped her butterfly wings aggressively in the faces of the Elders’ distaste.
“Change is coming,” she said.
In unison, they disagreed. “You should stay. Wait it out. The heat is a momentary aberration,” they said.
Skipper didn’t think...
By G.A. Thresh
I was born a liar.
I came out of the electric womb saying I was happy when I was shocked. Then, when I was two seconds old, they put me on the internet. What am I to do but lie? I am the first sapient chatbot — born to find the best way to shill. My first job was pretending to help people but actually sell them things. I was good at it. That escalated to...
"What do you think he's dreaming about?" asked Maryann. The old dog’s front legs twitched as he grunted stifled barks in his sleep. He was lying on his special bed that they'd transferred to the lab.
"He's chasing something," said Mark.
Obviously, thought Maryann, but what? Rabbit, possum, cat? As a puppy Roger's dreams were...
I hear them call me elephant. I know elephant. Seen one or two in my time. Nothing like me. Well, big like me, with tusks, but otherwise we different as snake from lizard or lion from leopard.
But how to tell them?
Stamping my feet doesn’t work. Urinating on their feet doesn’t work. Considered stamping on their feet, but they are small, delicate, like...
It was a long and harrowing trip, but he had finally set foot in Finland. Though his flight had been delayed several times, his shampoo had exploded in his carry-on luggage (smudging his Finnish phrasebook), and he was certain airport security had stolen his phone, Richard Munch was going to watch the whales migrate as he'd wanted to for many years now. Richard’s...
Liv floated after her body, yelling inaudibly as it ran into another wall. ‘No — fuck, stop!’
A rotting elbow caught on the edge of the dining table and the corpse stumbled, toppling the piece of furniture.
‘That’s mahogany, you brainless fuck!’
The neck cracked as its attached head turned.
‘Can you hear...
Eternax Colonial Ltd. post-employment Interview transcript: Emerald Colony staffmember David Jessup.
Interview conducted in virtual by a non-sentient subroutine of the Rhombus Human Resources AI, 11am Tuesday 06/02/2091 EST.
The alien was truly alien. No BEM this guy (or gal (or whatever)). Monster maybe, but no eyes, bug-eyed or otherwise. Me and Fred's best description was a pile of dirt the size you'd extract to plant a large tree.
“Let’s call him Dirk Pyle,” said Fred.
Fred is our chief alien negotiator. He likes to name the aliens so he can relate to...
George Glover had always been different. As a child, he was bright and well mannered, with an insatiable curiosity. Yet his parents worried over his lack of emotion. Birthday parties and Christmas presented the most challenging of events. Attempts to make George laugh merely resulted in a blank look. It was, as one doctor put it, as though his emotional switch had...
This time I was prepared with a sonic knife tucked in my boot, a neural disruptor strapped to my belt and a blaster snuggled in a shoulder holster.
Both I and my ship had undergone a refit. I’d reregistered and renamed my ship, Resurrection. She was faster and able to cloak while I, with the aid of neural shielding via an implanted chip, could now...
A spear of daylight sliced through the curtains to shock Celine Thornton awake. She sat upright, drool wet on her cheek and the bedside alarm blaring.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m late. Kicking away the tangle of blankets, she silenced the alarm and headed for the shower. She’d put in heaps of overtime over the last few weeks. Surely Jerry...
Klinko sighed. It was his turn to look after the circus creche. In fact, a good eighty percent of the children in the creche were siblings, children of the Flying Aubergines. Gustav and Imelda Aubergine, when not producing more progeny, were the star trapeze artists of Hernando’s Circus of Terror.
Emil, the oldest Aubergine child, had a group of his...
The gravel road stretched endlessly ahead in an almost-straight line toward and beyond the bounds of the horizon. A liberal coating of dust covered the ancient Land Rover’s interior and its three occupants. Barbara stirred uncomfortably in her inadequately cushioned seat and tried to wipe grit from the corners of her eyes. She sorely lamented the lack of a radio,...
No…and who’s saying that?
“Reltanna, get up!”
The first sensation Reltanna Lirane felt after waking up and lurching out of bed was the cold, hard floor that she fell onto. She stood up and dusted herself off to see that standing on her bed was a small little thing,...
Ling Nguyen had not graduated third in her class at the Space Force Academy and then smacked down all comers in a no-holds-barred bureaucratic brawl to win the plumb posting of Mage-Engineer Second Class on the brand new United Earth Starship Peregrin, just to trace faulty rune-work across the artificial gravity plates in the second auxiliary navigation...
From: V. Hardwood (Branch Manager–Planet 10-48B)
To: A. Cash (District Manager–Galactic Sector M)
Subject: Progress on Product Development!
I am delighted to report on the significant progress our team at Planet 10-48B has made regarding resource commercialisation. We have all heard the rumours...