By Tim Borella

The Vault shines like a teardrop at the end of a kilometre-long tunnel protruding from the gleaming starship Aton. Delphine Starboard Blue Gamma fidgets as her

By J.S. O'Keefe

After the Council announced it’d decided to order a reduction in dimensionality, all creatures and objects were made two-dimensional in one fell

By Joseph Sullivan

The elves were mysterious and unknowable at the best of times. Reputed to have been at the height of their power in ages past, they had now mostly faded from the

By M. Frost

“Will Isa live?” 

Through the audio hack, Jack heard the crack in Genene’s voice. Despite her obvious pain, he remained furious. I don’t care that her work

By Brian Biswas

It is a physical law that nothing can travel through space faster than the speed of light. However, space itself can and often does. This presents the celestial traveler

By Raymond O'Brien

Oates was next to Hansel in the chain gang.

“Look, the witch has got herself a convict girl,” he said.

“So?” Hansel could not be bothered to look.

By Nicholas Viglietti

The scorch was on, heatwave style, in Sac-Town, beneath the blaze of torrid sunbeams, and I oozed sweat like the sludge out of a treatment plant. I wheeled up

By Mila Williams

A woollen, fingerless glove is nailed to the wall, alone. It’s being moved around by a slight breeze from an open window, a soft rustling sound coming from outside. It

By David August

“Bill, are you sure you want to send this?”

Bill recognised the soothing voice of his phone's artificial assistant, but it caught him off guard. With his finger

By David Dumouriez

By golly, it was warm. Warm, verdant in all directions, and with a purity of air that made breathing an act of joy rather than simply a physiological process. Yes,

By S. T. Eleu

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By Laura Shell

Their names were Nash, Bishop, McManus, and Hooper. A woman and three men. Nash brandished her two .45s. Bishop had two .50 Desert Eagles. McManus hated guns, so he'd

By N.H. Van Der Haar

Department: Organic Technologies & Administration

Project: BUTTERFLY

FGAN Number: 100274

Authorization Code: AC 11679

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By Julie Wornan

I dreamed of a tremendous fish
Whose fishbowl was the sea.
He swam around and around and around
And then he looked at me

And I looked at the mighty

By M. McLellan

The word ‘coloniser’ had so much baggage that the crew spent half their journey arguing about connotations. There had to be a better word. It was 2884 and no one wanted

By Ed Morehouse

“Hey, here he is. The new man!” Wayne said. 

Two of the other three men sitting with Wayne laughed good-naturedly. They shook Dave’s hand. He sat down on a