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Glitch//Twitch by N. B.
The Ping-sound indicates the arrival of a high-priority message. The subject line draws Dr. O’s reddened eyes away from his most recent bug-squashing mission and gives them an excited sparkle,...
Glitch//Twitch by N. B.
The Ping-sound indicates the arrival of a high-priority message. The subject line draws Dr. O’s reddened eyes away from his most recent bug-squashing mission and gives them an excited sparkle,...
IAC (I Am Colleen) by C. L. Pridemore
Kismet sat in an old office chair, surrounded by the dingy darkness of her apartment in the shady part of town. Staring out the window without focus, memories flooded her...
IAC (I Am Colleen) by C. L. Pridemore
Kismet sat in an old office chair, surrounded by the dingy darkness of her apartment in the shady part of town. Staring out the window without focus, memories flooded her...
Oleander by Kshipra R. Kashyap
Doctors with guns held to their heads tend to make more mistakes. The native surgeon tried to keep his scalpel from trembling, a cold ring of death waiting by his...
Oleander by Kshipra R. Kashyap
Doctors with guns held to their heads tend to make more mistakes. The native surgeon tried to keep his scalpel from trembling, a cold ring of death waiting by his...
Kathie, The Star Traveler by Justin W. Sher
Kathie had made a habit of waking up at 6am, Europa time, much to the annoyance of her asteroid-prospecting boyfriend, Jason. Her neural implant smoothly integrated into her skull, recognized...
Kathie, The Star Traveler by Justin W. Sher
Kathie had made a habit of waking up at 6am, Europa time, much to the annoyance of her asteroid-prospecting boyfriend, Jason. Her neural implant smoothly integrated into her skull, recognized...
Ellie Nine One Thousand by S. E. Holz
Tomorrow, I’m going to die. What a weird thought to think. I think it looking out of these boring blinds at the boring sky. Mama keeps crying about it, and...
Ellie Nine One Thousand by S. E. Holz
Tomorrow, I’m going to die. What a weird thought to think. I think it looking out of these boring blinds at the boring sky. Mama keeps crying about it, and...
The Radio Tower by Valentin Wasserman
The man in front of me was the most typical secretary I had ever seen. His receding hairline showing off his milky white skin punctuated by the bags under his...
The Radio Tower by Valentin Wasserman
The man in front of me was the most typical secretary I had ever seen. His receding hairline showing off his milky white skin punctuated by the bags under his...