The Hike – Paul Weil

Erik has sewn a thousand tabs of LSD into the seam of the strap in his backpack. A sheet of Purple Ohms neatly cut into long strips of fifty-by-two and carefully wrapped in clear cellophane. He has kept fifty for the journey and has them stowed under the tight skin of his African drum. “We’re... Continue Reading →

In The Same Place – Matt Hobbs

‘Pull yourself together,’ Messalina said to Henri Delacourt, as they sat in the Limehouse Water Bar. The ancient poet in the tatty blue corduroy jacket stared down into his vodka club soda. She could only see bushy grey brows where eyes should be. So irritating, she thought; if you’re going to ask my opinion at... Continue Reading →

Leave Them Be – Thomas Wood

A clock hung as guardian above the locked steel door. Each ticking second was a sledgehammer, shattering the darkened silence, slamming against the concrete slabs of the enclosure. He rolled in his bunk toward the wall, away from the contraption at the far end of the room. The metal frame groaned; each sight and sound... Continue Reading →

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 a 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 →

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