The Grey
By Paul Stansbury Image by Suzanne Tucker “How much has it dropped?” asked Henry. “Three quarters of an inch. It’s down to ninety-two inches above the floor,” replied his wife, Jenna. She was standing on a desk… Continue Reading
I’m All Better Now
By N.D. Coley Image by alicedaniel I. Well of course I am writing this down! You have always loved a good message and I am happy to make one. I do not pretend that you have some access… Continue Reading
The Neonate Swaddling Specialist
By Tom Rozek Image by Tithi Luadthong A drone cart arrived with fifty newborns in temporary transit containers. It positioned itself in front of the swaddling array, switched into idle mode, and waited for Hank Cargo to do… Continue Reading
Quebec of the Night
By John S. Aissis Image by Angela Harburn I lost three toes first. My fingers lasted longer, but eventually, they took two from each hand. The machines saved the rest of my body. I don’t remember any of… Continue Reading
Time Management
By Taylor Wendt Image by Jack L. Bryson They’d have to break my legs before the storm hit. An hour had passed since they announced my impending fate, tied me up, and sat at the computer… Continue Reading
Mmmemories!
By Daniel M. Cojocaru Image by FlashMovie “So, how did you feel, when you first noticed that a carrot was growing out of your belly-button?” What could have easily been a question asked by his shrink in… Continue Reading
The Man Beneath the University
By Liam J. Blackley Image by Melkor3D Cylisic was having trouble resigning himself to getting blood on his lovely new yellow chiton, as usually ended up happening during medical procedures. “Did you ask one of the other physicians,… Continue Reading
Mother
By Claire Fitzpatrick Image by Brilliant Eye The farm grew out of the soft yellow hills as though it had always been there. The homestead was the colour of the fields, its roof the same hue as the… Continue Reading
The End of Time Travel
By J. David Thayer Image By Leremy An Open Invitation to All Time Travelers Living in Our Future: Greetings. 1. My name, as you no doubt know, is Peter Stanley. And 2. I would very much… Continue Reading
Regarded Down
By Cameron Kirk Image by Warm_Tail The Waxed Anus attracted a rough clientele, even for a dwarven pub. It lay nestled in the depths of the very mines themselves and was, not surprisingly, frequented by the grime-hardened mining… Continue Reading