At The Rigel Five, Hey It’s Alive, Saloon, by Nancy Wilcox

Space art of sleek space stations and ships floating over reflective water under a purple sky

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 36 (December 2002). Illustration: “Hespar Port spacestations” by Ehrad I’m thinking of drinking when Sally struts in,her spike-heels ringing,her rear-guard swinging,and I blink at her devil grin. Now Sal’s my best pal and I like her a lot,but she puts on a show,with her bounce and her glow.Don’t think … Continue reading At The Rigel Five, Hey It’s Alive, Saloon, by Nancy Wilcox →

Alien Tot, by Ellen Lindquist

Rendering of a round metallic robot face with big green eyes, flanked by four glowing orbs, in a dark room

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 36 (December 2002). Illustration: “Kopusure” by Wilhelm Steiner After I gave birth, my tummy ached.I spat up ectoplasmic gas.I told the nurse to place my new sonon a basket of plastic Easter grass.I peeled back his crystalla,looked into his wet, black eyes.Feathers scattered to the floor as he said,"What's … Continue reading Alien Tot, by Ellen Lindquist →

The Unborn, by Marcelo Hipolito & Marcelo Machado

Ink-and-wash drawing of a muscular, hollow-eyed monster lunging at a dark-haired woman against red spatter

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 36 (December 2002). Illustration: “Unborn” by Patrick Stacy Once upon a time, in a cold and rainy metropolis in America, there was a huge, dark, and dirty warehouse. Inside the ghastly structure, one room contrasted sharply with the others. It was a fully white and antiseptic room. Unlike the … Continue reading The Unborn, by Marcelo Hipolito & Marcelo Machado →

Tzykkaar’s Gambit, by Ian Fulton Roberts

Abstract painting of a pale glowing orb above a figure in fiery orange and yellow tones

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 36 (December 2002). Illustration: “TwikType” by Eric Seaholm Under the drowsy eye of a xenon orb, I thumbed through my gear. Seven full cartridges of helium-argon fusion cells jutted this way and that way in the palm of one hand, and the strap of my KV1 plazzburner swung wildly … Continue reading Tzykkaar’s Gambit, by Ian Fulton Roberts →

Redemption on a Red Plain, by Greg Guerin

Painting of a small rocky island topped with palm trees and a waterfall in a turquoise sea

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 36 (December 2002). Illustration: “Land of My Paradise” by Matt Gaser Red clay. Did the whole planet have to disintegrate into red clay when its young rocks were pulverised? Red clay permanently embossed in sticky clumps to the underside of stained leather boots. Red clay fouling up the works … Continue reading Redemption on a Red Plain, by Greg Guerin →

People?, by Edward McKeown

Sketchy painting of an orange cat arching its back beside a soldier in camouflage and dark goggles

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 36 (December 2002). Tasca the Hunter moved on all fours, in the way of the People. His lean, smoke-gray body blended well with the predawn grayness. Today Tasca hunted not for food, but for something far more important-knowledge. Knowledge to weld his solitary kind into something greater than nomadic … Continue reading People?, by Edward McKeown →

Nicotine Fits, by Ian Hunter

A cigarette drifting through black starry space inside a pink border

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 36 (December 2002). Illustration: “Nixotine” by Andy McCann "What the hell is that supposed to mean!?" I shouted as loud as my raspy voice could. I had to inhale deeply around my cigarette after each sentence. The puffs of smoke that constantly floated upwards blurred my gray hair and … Continue reading Nicotine Fits, by Ian Hunter →

Graviton Gliding, by Ian Fulton Roberts

Scratchy, colorful image of a pale ghostly figure among bright starbursts

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 36 (December 2002). Never have I been good at introductions when stumbling upon another during a graviton glide. A long, cold swoop. An awkward hitch in my space. Though, this time, I managed to mumble my name with some sort of decorum. "Raexx NM," I grumbled in my thoughts. … Continue reading Graviton Gliding, by Ian Fulton Roberts →