Look at you. Take a good look at yourselves. Five fingers on each hand, five toes on each foot. You're not victims, you're not rookies. You're human and each and every last bloody one of you is going to let the enemy know that. via Pocket
The crying boy slunk down by the obelisk. "Everyone says you listen at these stones", he whispered, "so if you really do exist, please take me away from here." "Those who can hear us, we allow that choice", said the aliens, "but you are not yet able…
Paul Braun glanced around the offices of Organic Transport, Columbus branch. Dust-streaked fliers pepper the walls: A single clerk stood behind the counter, fidgeting nervously. "Good morning, sir," the man greeted. via Pocket
At the edge of a bright green lawn in the middle of the desert, a young woman's chapped lips stretch to a hopeful grin as what little strength she has left is enough to get her over the fence. via Pocket
I toss and turn trying to log on to the sleep server. By myself in my bed, my apartment, yet never alone. The endless chatter of the web constantly bombarding my consciousness with pictures, messages and update streams. I am unable to tune it out, l…
'Mr. Bargeld? Welcome to the Central Museum! I'm Ronild; Director March has asked me to show you through the exhibition hall before your meeting with Artist Kan. If you'd follow me? via Pocket
Author : Terry J. Glob I ride the slow rails on the trashed echelon in a dying sector of the multi-city; the rotting, moss-covered penthouses glow fuzzy green in an opalescent fog. Crusty, white-scaled pipes of flimsy scaffolding demarcate progress …
On the roof, at least twenty-five stories up, with LED party lights strung up over a cheesy bamboo bar jury-rigged from last year's staff picnic get together we have a regular Tiki Town. via Pocket
Remer opened his eyes, but the room was coming into focus more slowly than it should have. The synthetic glare of the fluorescent bulbs made it difficult to think. Where was he? He searched his mind for the last thing he could remember, but kept com…
Author : Roi R. Czechvala, Alumnus I stood over him. His blood made a growing pool as it exited the wound in his back. The ounce slug of lead had gone all the way through. He looked up at me with crazed eyes. He raised his hands to me. via Pocket
There wasn't a conscious decision to eliminate sound. At least not one that anyone could remember. One day, the world woke up to silence. No one was bothered by the sudden stark silence. It felt freeing, like a burden had been lifted. They wanted it…
Immortality. He had wished it, wanted it, even demanded it. When it had been offered, it seemed too good to be true. But he took it and despite all his fears, despite all the cliches and platitudes that warned him he had flown too high, it was real.…
We assumed that they were aliens. I mean, when something nonhuman approaches you from space and opens communication, it's a freakin' alien, right? Stands to reason. They set up a station on the moon and opened communications. They were friendly. via…
Black slime and brown muck sucked cracked leather on his unkempt boots. He inhaled riverbank patent odors by Cairo woodlands, where the Mississippi and Ohio converge in a sordid affair of upstream debris and human waste. via Pocket
Author : Dr. Alexanders Hundreds of years of exploration, trillions of dollars into research on space travel, all culminating in the single most astounding and miraculous discovery in all of human history, and the only tangible result of that effort…
The bud blossomed into her ear, its hairlike tendrils snaking towards her eardrum where they fanned out into electric petals, sensors cool against her hot skin. via Pocket
Season six of Starfleet Academy had just started on the television. Pizza boxes were stacked high around him. The lights were out. Underwear and dirty clothes lay strewn about the place. Jim's laziness was catching up with him. He was growing fatter…
Author : Steve Smith, Staff Writer "I'm not sure what you want with me." The words came nervously in gasps as the little man pulled himself up off the ground and rubbed the circulation back into his wrists. "I don't deal in data, I'm more of a 'crea…
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