Laborotics – Degen Hill

Electricity coursed through the concrete bunker that housed Unit 11, bringing the 30 androids to life. Green lights atop each mechanical worker flickered on while their gears clicked, unlocking them from their charge stations.  C-17 clenched his black mechanical hand into a fist and then slowly flexed each of his five, tri-jointed metal fingers until... Continue Reading →

The Junkyard King – John Tarrant

A shimmering red bubble surrounded The Junkyard King, a foot-tall midget in a diaper. He stood on a tower of smashed cars and space cruisers. Black hair covered his chest. A small flask lay at his feet and he clutched a fat cigar and blew clouds of smoke. In the other hand he held a... Continue Reading →

A Heavenly Price – Mike Murphy

John Lewis did not understand why he had been chosen to make this decision. It would affect everyone on Earth! He didn’t want to make it. He wasn’t a Washington politician or a member of one of those think tanks. He was an farmer who, with his wife and two sons pitching in, was just... Continue Reading →

Cleopatra’s Needle – Tom Howard

She ignored the New Cairo mayor sitting across from her until he spoke. “We are honored by your presence so soon after your last visit to the Western Lands, Your Highness.” Cleopatra, the forty-seventh pharaoh of that name, turned her attention from the gray skyscrapers outside the limousine window. The Royal Scribe sat beside her,... Continue Reading →

The Tunnel Merchants – Steve Carr

Staring at the flitling, Koona Mau winced as the light from it burned through the thin white tissue that covered his large eyeballs. He had his elongated yellow fingers wrapped around the bubble she was encased in, grasping it lovingly. His loud sighs of contentment echoed in his burrow. He laid back on his bed... Continue Reading →

Wait on Eight – Al Onia

It took me a week of early mornings to determine the mother wave wasn't six. Not on planet Qu'aean. Fifth world from an otherwise undistinguished F-star. Huntington Beach, Earth, six. Qu'aean surf zone, eight. At least, my empirical evidence indicated every eighth wave was larger. High tide progressed into my afternoon shifts with the delegation,... Continue Reading →

Holed Up – Sierra July

I press my hand to the pit wall, feel it purr like it wants me bumbling half-blind in its gut. But I want out. “Why we down here, papa?” “You think I got answers, you’re loopy, Star. One day your mama and me was living happy, next we’re tossed from home, you plopped out right... Continue Reading →

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