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Shelter

Twilla’s Beast was hollow-bellied. The lumbering juggernaut, a comfy shelter custom built for her. Light years away from home, they were fighting a war waged in outer space. An enemy warhead blew a gaping hole into the back of Beast’s head. The mecha was now a gnarled mess of scorched metal, wires, and exposed tubes. …

Stigmatic Young Gods

He’s a cliché, the all too solemn, emotionally vampiric type. Burdened by the nose ring, the deviant sex habit, and the penchant for poisoning his patients, he’s the Dr. I-Know-Every-Thing who smirks at you across the parking lot and you scurry away and keep your head down because neither that thin veneer of civility nor …

Reckoning

Tirol’s skin is white. Porcelain white, or maybe more like those milky treasures that mysteriously vanished from under your pillow while you slept when you were six. Yes, you still remember because you still cling to that grudge with the tenacity of a rabid dog with a bone. Of course, by now you know. There’s …

Witch and Spider

Whips of lightning cracked the dreary night’s fragile shell. The sea was a harridan, driving away what little warmth was left in the wind. The beastly sky rumbled. The earth trembled. The explosive boom of a star ship taking off ripped a hole into the distant horizon. The earth had long become another backwater industrial …

Tribute

Rastaman gone astray, the devout artist had adopted flesh for his canvas. Everything about him was dark, including the curl of his brows. Including his countenance when he eased back and stood, studying his handiwork. The silent woman in the claw-toed tub at the center of the room, sat leaning forward. The thick braid of …

Space Age Mermaid

Sulily sleeps suspended inside a transparent, cylindrical womb filled with luminous blue fluid. Her suit sticks to her body like a second skin and has knobby nodes that run up the length of her spine and end at the soft helmet’s base at the back of her neck. From the center of the helmet, wires …

Green Day

Debbie Dent wore pastel pink on the day the whole world went straight to hell. That she morning came to the coffee shop where I worked. Batting her fake eyelashes, she humble bragged about her lavish vacation on Bora Bora. I remember wondering who even goes to Bora Bora anymore these days. I remember wincing …

Memento Mori

Ivy arrived on the ragged edge of a storm. It was wet, wild, and humid in the Myakka boonies. At first, she simply sat there in the borrowed red Corolla, watching the windshield wipers dance back and forth. After a few minutes, she killed the car’s headlights, then the engine. She pushed the driver’s door …

Neophyte and Paradox

One familiar looking plant laden with plump, garnet berries caught Sofie’s eye. The feathery foliage was alien, but the berries resembled a tart variety from Capella. She wondered whether these …

“Static” by Will MacGregor

Will MacGregor’s Static opens in a futuristic hole-in-the-wall dive. Set in the mafia-controlled corporate underbelly of future Korea’s metropolis, Static is a fast-paced account of a shady entrepreneur’s get rich …