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You are about to launch into an adventure with Australia's longest running online speculative fiction magazine.
Twenty-five 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.
Read on into this issue to get artified, be afraid, travel into the future in style and comfort, play the game without numbers and more...
But don't trust me. Trust the stories!
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.
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...
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...
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...
A Garden Wedding
Painted 2032 in Melbourne, Australia
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
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...
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,...
“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...
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...