Illustration: “Powercell” © 2006 by Patrick Stacy The black security car slipped through the armored gates of the Areadni embassy like a cat sneaking out for a snack. Roger Desprey sighed, got out of his own car at the curb, and waved an arm. The limo slowed to a stop centimeters from his toes. He … Continue reading “Power Cell” by John M. Cowan
“Thomas the Rhymer” by Resha Caner
[Illustration: “Fairyworld” © 2006 by D'Wayne Murphy.] Bobby Burns is gone, and with him the fair tongue he spoke. I pray, therefore, the ancient Celts to forgive me as I interpret the Gaelic tongue in order to bring appreciation of it to a newer time. As a babe, my ears heard the words: Ye maun … Continue reading “Thomas the Rhymer” by Resha Caner
“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
“Den the Deedworthy” by Adam Hanisch
[Illustration: "Den" © 2006 by D'Wayne Murphy.] Den had made himself a good life after leaving the service of King Alexander. He started a small farrier’s shop in the northern border town of Gladia, the kind of town that was full of a variety of passersby on any given day, but without much to speak … Continue reading “Den the Deedworthy” by Adam Hanisch
“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 Qual” by Neil Burlington
"Look, if you'll just inspect the implant in the back molar on the left side of my mouth, you'll know I'm telling you the truth." Dr. Karrow looked at the disheveled man in ragged clothing who was sitting in the dental chair. They were now behind the partitions and the door, and the hearing of … Continue reading “The Qual” by Neil Burlington
“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











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