By Shengdi Sun

A phone rings in Stanley’s pocket, but he ignores its desperate pleas to tell Stanley its message. There is more at hand.

“It’s already been a year since I died

By Robert Howling

“Commander, we’ve picked up another wanderer. Male.”

The Commander didn’t look up from his desk. “Last thing he remembers?”

“Coming out of a MemVid

By João Ventura

Donald tightened the screw that fastened the last leg of the table to the wall and stepped back to observe his work. Everything was ready for the gravity

By Wes Parish

“Where have you been, Arnold? You’ve been gone for over two years...” 

The plaintive voice was his younger sister’s, and she, along with his older sister and

By Christian Barragan

Gabriel found a place to rest. His surroundings dipped in and out of focus as the recent scene spun out of his memory, leaving room for other reflections. The cold

By David Horn

After the rains, the red gave way to silver. Sand peeled back from the scrub like a scab lifting from old skin. I wasn’t supposed to be out past Maralinga’s line, but the

By Arthur Peterson

They killed the gardener. They killed him where he stood. And they chopped him up and planted him in his own soil. There aren't many gardens left and as they knew,

By Gail Brown

Grimel touched down on Earth.

He pointed the taser at his legs. He closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger. For a short time, he'd hide his four-legged body under

By Nicolas Van Der Haar

Codename: ASTROLABE
File Number: 115391
Security Level: G38
Ministry: Wildlife &

By Julie Wornan

Characters : Martha, a mother.

Jess, Martha’s child (boy or girl). Note, Jess can be visible if this is possible, otherwise just a voice off, presumably

By Adam Browne

Here it was, reader, a ship drunk as a lord! A galleon drunk as a rolling barrel!

Yes, reader, it is the Vivisectress!of which I speak! For these are

By Tara Campbell

Goblins, I ask you — is this the best life has to offer us? Must we live relegated to our bit piece in a larger story that undervalues us? We’re so much more than a

By Crystal Koo

Compulsion defined us; we transformed every whim that gripped us into reality. We were vagrants now, but haven’t we always been, even when our billboard-tarped edifices

By PS Cottier

The spare parts man plies his trade
every night, drives his wooden cart
through the purpose-built alleys
behind the houses. Drives is an exaggeration,
for his

By Daniel Stride

Alice punched the numbers.

“121 trillion. Quite a lot.”

The man on the park bench looked over her shoulder, and smiled. 

“You still

By J. S. O'Keefe

lucky this morning
along with other early risers 
I got a Loaf of Bread from the Truck

I don’t know these people
but now 
I am part of