When the ship crash-landed on the blue and green planet, we thought, at first, that a terrible tragedy had befallen us, and we had failed. * * * But then we learned that our mission was complete. * * * Like the youths of Athena sent to the mighty Minotaur we were to be the … Continue reading Giving Thanks, by Katherine Sanger
"Remember the senator who was attacked by Triffids?" He caught me unawares; he always does. He only shares a few stories a year, always on the trail, never at the Fire Watch. And always after dinner, when I am cleaning up. He leans back against the tree, stirs the bowl of his pipe and relights … Continue reading The Day of the Kudzu, by William Suboski
Detective Lace zipped up her uniform and stepped into her hovercraft. Her suit was a single one-piece, skin-tight, navy blue, stretching from her ankles to her head. She pulled the hood over her hair; it clung to her scalp like a diving cap. It was thin as a ply of toilet paper - and one … Continue reading The Nemesis, by T.L. Rese
The dying star above me is surrounded by luminous, red gas. I sit down and gaze up at it. The star flickers as it spins, and slowly, gradually, the red cloud spreads. Its shades of red deepen and eventually fade into the blackness of empty space. I lie down and watch. The star throws off … Continue reading The Witness, by James Steele
Andreas smacked into some tubes on the Donkicong's fuselage, then clipped the edge of the airlock and bounced away slowly. It reminded him a little of watching Willard's buckled and broken ship tumbling towards the Martian atmosphere. "What's the problem, A?" Bayliss said. "My arm is jammed. I spun out. And I can't fit into … Continue reading Hard Suit Lock, by Sean Monaghan
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He didn’t remember his name, but he was sure he once had one. It disturbed him that his memory was faulty and his thinking was so unclear. He could smell burning wire, which indicated internal damage -- this caused him to react quickly, as his life depended on swift action. He picked himself up from … Continue reading Last, by Gerry Huntman
Thorlin struggled forward, the marble floor beneath him hard and unforgiving; he felt weak and cold. Blood covered his face and chest, most of it his own. He had tried... tried to protect the Dragonstone. He fought them, but he was not strong enough to do his duty. Ilerya, Goddess of Light, had to understand … Continue reading Seeker of Vengeance, by Alva J. Roberts
The first time I saw the Man of Light, he was feeding sea gulls on the beach. The day was cold, bleak, and windy. The sun was little more than a rumor in the afternoon sky. I approached him with my hands buried deep in my pockets and my head tucked against the wind. He was an old man with … Continue reading ‘The Man of Light’ by Charles Parramore
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