“Echoes from Radioland” by David Wright

  “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The weed of crime bears bitter fruit. Crime does not pay. The Shadow knows.” Maniacal laughter echoed into the emptiness of outer space, and for the next twenty minutes Valerie and Maria were transported to an alien world where men in black fedoras and … Continue reading “Echoes from Radioland” by David Wright

“Gas Planet” by Arun Ahuja

  Spatters of pure oxygen Poisoning us, bubble-hard Then comes the sweep cycle --methane never smelled so good * About the Author: Arun Ahuja is a science fiction writer with an MS in biomedical engineering. His piece "Pomposity Penalized" won Editor's Pick in the University of New Mexico's magazine. Poem (c) 2006 Arun Ahuja helioray@netscape.net … Continue reading “Gas Planet” by Arun Ahuja

“Stone Me” by Roderick Gladwish

Thousands of years ago on a flat bit of land that eventually would be called Salisbury Plain, in what eventually would be known as Southern Britain, stood a ring of wooden uprights that would be compost. For generations the ring had taken many forms and signified many things, including the free availability of wood and … Continue reading “Stone Me” by Roderick Gladwish

“Fortune Maker” by Teresa S Rich

[Illustration: “Fortune Maker” © 2006 by D'Wayne Murphy.] “Eww, there’s that creepy Johnny,” Amanda said, squishing her face up. Megan wondered why her face didn’t look that cute when she practiced that expression in the mirror. Then she was fighting to keep her balance as Amanda jerked her behind one of the striped carnival tents. … Continue reading “Fortune Maker” by Teresa S Rich

“The Midnight Carney” by Michael Jay Katz

It’s two for a dollar the Whirlie-Warp ride just past the Fun House through the white gate climb the wood tower slide into the tunnel and disintegrate to cosmic scintillas a boreal glow in Devonian skies a sparklet of moonrise in dinosaur eyes a night planet's wink at the prayer of a Sikh aswirl through … Continue reading “The Midnight Carney” by Michael Jay Katz

“Last: an Eventuality Tale” by Brad Andrews

On Bishop-34’s southern hemisphere the wind started to pick up. I could already tell, experience being the best sensor, that this was what I considered a "Classic" storm and as the first of the hydrogen-sleet began to sever land sensors and pelted what remained of my belt armor, I just shut down. No sense in … Continue reading “Last: an Eventuality Tale” by Brad Andrews