By Matthew R. Doherty Image by M-SUR T minus 90 Days “My Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather Willis bought his first acre on Mars in the summer of 1993. Behind, there’s a picture of him on the wall. What does… Continue Reading
By Nick Perilli Image by Vadim Sadovski A bat is listening this whole time. Commander Archambault had space madness by the time the Intermission exited the mesosphere, but he kept that to himself and carried on. The solar… Continue Reading
By Steve Carr Image by GrandeDuc The shimmering silver underbelly of the enormous ship broke through the dense, dark clouds as it descended into the gale force winds that swept the planet’s surface. Eight large metallic legs with… Continue Reading
By Andrew Johnston Image by mixmagic There wasn’t much in that tiny little orange-beige room, just a metal table and a couple chairs and an oversized clock that made a soul-shuddering noise every time its hands moved. Tick.… Continue Reading
By Swylmar dos Santos Ferreira Translated from Portuguese by Toshiya Kamei Image by Luis Louro Once a megalopolis with over ten million inhabitants, the city is now deserted. Its empty streets and avenues give the destruction an air of… Continue Reading
by Rachel Veznaian Image by Bruce Rolff Judah sat on the ground outside his home, a home he had built for himself so long ago deep in the trees and high up on Mount Gimie. The air there… Continue Reading
By Emile Eugensen by ktsdesign Keith suddenly felt watched, vulnerable, hemmed in. He snapped his eyes open. No one there. So much for giving himself a second’s rest. He tried to ignore the lingering feeling of a foreign presence,… Continue Reading
By Bill McGuire Angela touched a glossy pink fingernail to the smiling golden face that floated before her. As her finger tip occupied the same space as the consume icon, it sent out a train of small… Continue Reading
The Third Eye by Hayley Chow agsandrew “You don’t have to go through with this you know.” Calla looked at her dad beside her in the backseat of the autocar and patted his knee. “C’mon Dad, it’s practically… Continue Reading
Carlos A. Duarte Cano Translated from Spanish by Toshiya Kamei Photo by Sanja Karin Music’s It’s Saturday night. It has been more than a fortnight since I last heard from Carla. I know full well she’s fickle, but… Continue Reading