AntipodeanSF

By Laurie Bell

I am the ship’s guardian. The Rescue Voyager is a long haul vessel carrying the remaining population of my planet to safety. But the voyage is long. Thousands of

By Greg Foyster

Hi, great story, I love the way you’ve played with genre and developed the relationship between the main characters. I was a bit confused when the Wizard and the Space

By Paul Cesarini

Well, this is just dandy, Nor thought, watching through the window as his pod launched without him. He saw it go far off into the sky and then vanish, the

By Tim Borella

“But how do you know the Earth’s round?” says Molly. 

Craig’s regretting swiping right. “Oblate spheroid, actually. You know that physics degree I

By Joanna Barrett

Flames lick Gaerwen’s bare feet, the hem of her cloak, the hairs on her legs. The stink of her own burning flesh reaches her nostrils, even while she’s still squirming

By Chuck McKenzie

‘Holy shit!’

Jim switched off the projected quantum field surrounding the sealed plastic crate and checked the readings. Then he checked them again. Then,

By Mark English

It isn't the moon in the sunset sky, or the deepening shadows that tell me something isn’t right in the city. The quake-shattered buildings and levelled gaps are the

By Anthony Woolley

Once upon a time, there was a robot named Tinnie. Tinnie was no ordinary robot; he was a special robot. He looked after Master James and Miss Anne. He was

By William Kitcher

The videophone in the hotel room buzzed and Manning answered it. There was the grinning face of the idiot front desk clerk. “Yes?”

“Your sex machine is here,”

By Darren Lipnicki

John lit a candle, the wick flaring brightly at first. He placed it on a low shelf, from where the now softer yellow light danced within the edges of a silver bowl on

By JM Cyrus

She had been smelt out of iron in her creators’ deepest forge. They had gathered their purest steel, iron and bronze; held competitions to find their best workers with their

By Ae Reiff

Shorthand for Oracle, Urk, dressed as fine as anybody, but better, brighter, more successful, more beautiful to flaunt the Wahoo power to interrupt our brains and project

By Robbie Sheerin

It was cold and damp as rain fell on the dark city — water trickled down walls and apartment buildings. The rain gathered in the recesses of the roads and walkways,

By Col Hellmuth

“They found the body in the dunes yesterday...

“South ’f ’ere...

“Dead-er than a seafood buffet at Steaks-‘R’-Us. The gulls and crabs and

By Rodney Sykes

My dream of a beautiful encounter was abruptly shattered by the jarring sound of what seemed like my father's ancient lawn mower. Confused, I realised it was actually my

By Tony Steven Williams

Lunchtime. Arnold was hungry, hot, foot weary, feeling his age. He glared at what he could see of the limestone coastline, begging it to reveal the haven of

By Kevin J. Phyland

The software came in shrinkwrapped plastic. Seamless, flawless and a complete bastard to open with just fingernails.

"GHOSTWRITER 3.0 HSM — The Ultimate

By Michael Barry

Found in an inverse-time capsule from the Tricentennial year, 2088
(Progressive lyrics, same old tune):  

Austrayans, let us all have

By Ben F. Blitzer

See, Charlie Feek left me standing there by the roadside, in the dark, to score some meth from a dealer he knew from prison, a primary school teacher. I’d shot a lot

By Lynne Lumsden Green

“Did you know that the origins of meaning of ‘bonfire’ was bone fire?” said Belladonna, studying the depths of her cocktail. “Bones burn. In ancient times, bone

By Michael T Schaper

They stared resentfully at the huntsman as she rode out of town, their gold jangling in her pockets. Her last job for them.

This was a poor town, and its

By Joseph Sullivan

“Ha! It worked!”

Reltanna Lirane looked out from behind the boulder at what she had hidden from, which was now nothing but her flask in the field, with

By KJ Hannah Greenberg

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*Wanted: a forever home for Thiago, our two-headed wildebeest calf from Centaurus

By Edwina Harvey

“We don’t party anymore,” came the plaintive plea of the friend I’ve known for decades. 

I studied her face on my computer screen, slyly checking for