The Sisters of Catherine, by Gordon C. McRae

Grey-haired man screaming in terror in front of a swirling dark red vortex

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 21 (March 1999). Illustration: “Vortex” by Duncan Long When his e-com woke him at 9:31, Evan Lau-Hobbes couldn't believe he'd slept, let alone slept in. The luminous screen was turned to his bed, but even before he read it he realized his girlfriend Julie had already left for work. … Continue reading The Sisters of Catherine, by Gordon C. McRae →

Nana Knows Best, by Phoebe-June Rogers

Blue-toned drawing of a muscular woman with long flowing hair gazing up into a starry sky

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 21 (March 1999). Illustration by Steve Munsinger "Tarsa, get down from there this instant! I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from you," Nana screamed while Tarsa balanced on the thin ledge that overlooked the Central traffic grid. Aerocars zoomed beneath her at high velocities, leaving small short … Continue reading Nana Knows Best, by Phoebe-June Rogers →

ThunderStar, by Tony Chandler

Neon line-art illustration of a lion-maned alien warrior with a jeweled collar reaching out with a huge clawed hand toward a blue planet

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 21 (March 1999). Part I Illustration: “Kragon’s Reach for Chadras” by Romeo Esparrago I have created a monster. The crimson glistened in dripping gobs on the walls. And then, in crimson clarity, there was the distinct imprint of its huge hand etched in gory detail. Down the center of … Continue reading ThunderStar, by Tony Chandler →

Alone on Fourteen, by A.Y. Tanaka

Chaotic collage of scattered letter tiles and tiny dragons around a computer monitor tilted on a pink diamond shape

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 21 (March 1999). Illustration: “Patch_code_dragon” by Romeo Esparrago I sipped some Stryne's and squinted at the coded pages sprawled across my desk, scattered alph/math-like characters, almost clear if 45 meant "forty-five" or something else: "truth" or "evidence" or "seventeen" or "delusion." It wasn't my desk, not by law or … Continue reading Alone on Fourteen, by A.Y. Tanaka →

Pigg Whistle, by Robert Thorn

Painting of a chubby, curly-haired boy in a blue T-shirt and brown shorts standing in a messy room among toys, with a computer behind him

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 21 (March 1999). Illustration: “Pigg” by Breck Outland "Look mom, a bus!" Pigg Whistle huffed excitedly as he pivoted his new degenerator toward the silver contraption passing in the street below his window. "Don't you hurt nobody!" hollered a voice from the stairwell. "But look at that dumb thing. … Continue reading Pigg Whistle, by Robert Thorn →

The Manticore Incident, by Mark W. Johnson

Roaring lion-like beast with bared fangs bursting through a chain-link fence, in red tones

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 20 (December 1998). Illustration: “Coming Out” by Billy Tackett A man as thin and wiry as the rims of his glasses pointed through the window at a mechanical device that resembled the cap on an oil well, "And that," he told his companions, "is the prototype of our geothermal … Continue reading The Manticore Incident, by Mark W. Johnson →

The Handle of the Cross, by Frederick Rustam

A gnarled hand pointing upward at a golden ankh-shaped cross glowing in rays of light

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 20 (December 1998). Part One: The Tomb Illustration: “Fingerpointing” by Romeo Esparrago [Editor: this story follows the continuing adventures of Simon de Montfort, his beautiful niece Lillian, and their obsession in recovering the rare thirasite jewel, the FlameStone, introduced in last issue's story " The Green City's Secrets".] The … Continue reading The Handle of the Cross, by Frederick Rustam →

Goddog, by G.W. Thomas

Dark abstract image of two red-eyed demonic dog faces glowing in red and orange swirls

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 20 (December 1998). Illustration: “Dogs” by Eric Seaholm and Kyle Anderson Bounder sniffed the strange track. Digger had trained him in the art of tracking until he knew every spore-type in the City. The long prints crossed the rain-drippy street then went back into the building from which they … Continue reading Goddog, by G.W. Thomas →