The Stories

By Col Hellmuth

sfgenreI awoke to the sound of someone rummaging through my bedside drawers. I looked up and saw God — at least that’s who he said he was when I challenged him/Him. Presently my wife stirred beside me.

“I’ve found God.” I said.

“That’s not like you, dear,” she mumbled, knowing I am not a religious man and promptly fell back to sleep.

By Kevin J. Phyland

sfgenreFreeze. Cook. Suffocate.

From the cockpit of the motionless surface crawler these seem like the three most likely ways that Milton will meet his demise. Motor fried somehow and the satellite radio gone.

The operational forward floodlights illuminate the dead, sterile surface plain near Mercury's Lugus Planitia. Powdered gray-black rock and distant rills. The horizon is a darkness much too close to Milton, as the smaller radius of the planet foreshortens everything visible.

Only the stars are unchanging.

By Mark Towse

sfgenreSometimes we are caught off guard.

My school friends and I were taking a tour of some old buildings on a history class excursion, and as we walked down the concrete steps towards the cellar of one of the houses, the damp and cool air hit me, and I started to sob. It felt familiar.

That was the day I told my friends about Hugh. As a general rule of thumb imaginary friends would come out on request; Hugh didn’t play by the rules.

Some things he said were truths, and others were just fibs.

By Natalie J E Potts

sfgenreShe was perfect. Her gaze held mine as if she could see something more.

“Better power her down,” Randle said as he gathered the storm troopers, dinosaurs and chip packets from the console. He put them in a metal box which had been used to transport equipment worth more than both of us would make in a year. Now it was a glorified bin.

Jackie blinked. Her eyes were still on me.

“They’re going to love her,” I said.

By David Scholes



I looked enviously down the line of the exo-skeleton boosted armour in the weapon shop’s levitated display.

I like that one,” I pointed to a blue-grey suit that looked super lightweight.

“It’s a four-cubed model,” said the assistant. “Four by four by four,” it enlightened me. “Four times your normal speed, four times your normal strength, and four times your normal jumping power.”

By Robin Hillard

sfgenreI walked into the gallery under a banner that read PAINTING YOUR MEMORY in red letters tipped with gold. A bit pretentious, I thought. I was here because my brother knew one of the artists and wanted me to meet her. I shaped my face into a pleasant smile in case Alec had seen me arrive.

Were I an artist, I wouldn’t be painting from life. I’d fill my canvas with the colour of fantasy, dragons and elves, fairies and unicorns — to carry my viewers into a dream world.

But then, I’m no fan of memory. Especially not my own. Maybe that’s because my memory works both ways, forwards as well as back.

By Zena Shapter

sfgenreSkyscrapers collapsed into the oceans. Meteors lit the Anderson’s faces. Their neighbour’s escape pod exploded above them.

“We’ll never make it,” Tilly cried, clinging onto her robotic puppy.

By Chris Gladstone

I doze, surrounded by thick coolness, cocooned from the searing, dry heat of an afternoon summer sun. It is peaceful and quiet in the darkness.


Something prickles at my awareness like the faint jab of a feeding insect. It is vaguely familiar — part of my genetic memory. I rouse myself and send tendrils of awareness upwards. Recognition dawns, and a quiver vibrates down my entire being. Smoke! Even though I strain, I cannot see it but I can sense its direction. The smell is wafting from the west and is close by.

By Wes Parish

sfgenreLast night I finally found time to have a drink with Prince Gaiyarha.

It is a bit tough, being issued the Invite and all, and finally crossing the Divide between his universe and ours, to discover that he is caught up in a hundred and one other things and can't manage more than an occasional word here and there. He is my oldest friend, after all.

I'd just turned seven when he turned up on Dad's station, up in the MacKenzie Country.

By Roger Ley

sfgenre‘Hello, Tycho Centre, this is shuttle Nostromo, over.’

‘Yes Nostromo, Tycho here, over.’

‘There was a hell of a judder as we left the rail launcher, and there’s a red light flashing on the front control console, over.’

‘Hold one Nostromo, checking, over.’

I’m afraid I have some rather bad news, Martin.’

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pixie willo 100Pixie is a voice actor, cabaret performer & slam poet From the Blue Mountains in NSW.

She enjoys writing short fiction, plays for radio and stage as well as her own brand of weird poetry.

She hosts the 'Off-Beet Poetry Slam' held bi-monthly in Katoomba,

And is a theatre reviewer for 2SER FM in Sydney.

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david whitaker 200David Whitaker is originally from the UK though has travelled around a bit and now resides in India. He has a degree in Journalism, however decided that as he’s always preferred making things up it should ultimately become a resource rather than a profession.

His stories, covering everything from sci-fi to philosophy, have been published across the globe and links to each can be found at <>

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marg essex 200Margaret lives the good life on a small piece of rural New South Wales Australia, with an amazing man, a couple of pets, and several rambunctious wombats.

She feels so lucky to be a part of the AntiSF team.

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Carolyn's work spans devising, performance, theatre-in-education and a collaborative visual art practice.

She tours children's works to schools nationally with School Performance Tours, is a member of the Bathurst physical theatre ensemble Lingua Franca and one half of darkroom — a visual arts practice with videographer Sean O'Keeffe.

(Photo by Jeremy Belinfante) 

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lauriebell 2 200Laurie Bell lives in Melbourne, Australia. She was that girl you found with her nose always buried in a book. She has been writing ever since she was a little girl and first picked up a pen. From books to short stories, radio plays to snippets of ideas and reading them aloud to anyone who will listen.

She is the author of The Butterfly Stone (available now).

You can read more of her work on her blog Look for her on Facebook <> or Twitter: <@LaurienotLori>

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timonthy gwyn 100Timothy Gwyn is a professional pilot in Canada, where he flies to remote communities. During a lull in his flying career, he was a radio announcer for three years, and he is also an author.

In addition to short stories at AntipodeanSF and, his SF novel is available internationally in print and ebook formats. "Avians" draws on his love of alternative aviation to tell the tale of a girl who runs away from home to join a cadre of glider pilots on a world without metal or fossil fuels.

On Twitter, he is @timothygwyn, and his blogs are at <>.

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garry dean narratorGarry Dean lives on the Mid Coast of New South Wales Australia, and has been a fan of SF for most of his natural life. Being vision impaired, he makes good use of voice recognition and text to speech in order to write. Many of his stories have appeared in AntipodeanSF over the years, and his love of all things audio led him to join the narration team in 2017.

You can read examples of Garry's fiction on his website <>

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mark english 100Mark is an astrophysicist and space scientist who worked on the Cassini/Huygens mission to Saturn. Following this he worked in computer consultancy, engineering, and high energy research (with a stint at the JET Fusion Torus).

All this science hasn't damped his love of fantasy and science fiction. It has, however, ruined his enjoyment of rainbows, colourful flames on romantic log fires, and rings around the moon. He has previously been published in Stupefying Stories Showcase, Everyday Fiction, Escape Pod, Perihelion and also on AntipodeanSF where he is part of the narration team.

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