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
Through the surface of cratered moon, shining dimly out to open space, celestial devices, collecting dust underground. Among the first exhibits included: the sandglass, Cupid's arrow, the scale, balancing pans of good and evil. Floors down, one could stumble upon the stables of the charioteer, Helios, the dark wet cellar of Tartarus. But undoubtedly, tucked … Continue reading ‘Subterranean Museum’ by Robert William Shmigelsky
Last lecture delivered from the podium of the Department of Philosophy of the Free University of San Francisco. - July the 4th, 2184 Friends, academics, and fellow mutants, I address you today in my capacity of new Chairman of the Socratic Society, on the first, and probably the last day of my tenure. Thank you … Continue reading ‘The Last Coffee Shop Philosopher’ by Koos Kombuis
Sir Gossabel mounted his steed, then beheld his opponent from across the field. What was going through the mind of that wretch, he could only guess. And what did Princess Gertrude see in him? He didn't want to think. This duel would settle the matter. At the signal, the opponents goaded their horses, and they … Continue reading The Film Maker and the Sceptre, by Robby Charters
(The following is an excerpt from an, as yet, unpublished novel, ‘When Blood Runs Cold’.) Peace would not come to him. The ache that the Abbot had repeatedly told him would lessen and fade away still stabbed at his heart. Four years! Four years of brutal, gruelling training of both mind and body. Studying the … Continue reading ‘Killing is What I Do’ by Jonathan Saville
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Before dinner that Tuesday, I sat back in my leather-bound chair and indulged in a few moments of feeling quietly safisfied. Recently I had even felt the beginnings of optimism. After years of cloud and storm, the sun had broken through and I could at last bask in the success that I deserved. After all, … Continue reading ‘The Easy River to Success’ by Mark Lord
[Illustration: New illustration created for the archive.] The Karoo, an arid, semi-desert region in South Africa, is known for two things: sheep, and the farmers who own them. It also has a quaint annual music festival, but it’s not exactly Edinburgh. The events described below involve two such farmers. Piet van Tonder and Cyril MacKenzie … Continue reading ‘Like Lambs’ by David G. Kirchhoffer
[Illustration: New illustration created for the archive.] Mary knew that the holidays were not a good time to ask her husband for a favor. He already was heading the committee organizing the party the police threw each year for the poor and homeless kids in the city, and he still had his regular job to … Continue reading ‘Warning in Silicon’ by G. Dedrick Robinson
