The Stories

By Susan Cornford

sfgenreThe memory came again: of tears running down her face that she’d wiped neatly off her chin by bending each soft, filmy wing till both were wet. Nearby, the human had laughed and waved at sunbeams from his cradle. Little had he known the doom awaiting him, for every warding spell she knew had failed.

That scene in the prince’s nursery still replayed in Daisy Yellow-Wing’s head almost every day. After having been the trusted royal fairy godmother for years, she’d publically lost everything in a matter of hours when the infant died of obvious black magic.

By Bob Carlton

sfgenreFrom the observation deck the planet appeared a bluish-green sphere with swirls of white flowing and knotting across its face. The report from the company's geologists concerning its composition had exceeded the expectations of even the most optimistic members of management.

"Beautiful," whispered Dr. Jewes.

"It certainly is," said Mr. Heker, his apparent concurrence with the doctor depending on the two men seeing beauty from thoroughly incompatible perspectives.

By Kris Ashton

sfgenreHe is drawing off a glass of water at the kitchen sink when the pot plant waves at him.

It is a small bromeliad, commonly known as ‘freckle face’ because of its spotted leaves. It sits on window sill above the sink in a sculpted stone pot, where for most of the day it gets sunlight filtered through the patio roof. He and his wife bought the house a decade earlier and Freckle Face has been part of the furniture since then. It gives them no trouble, beyond dropping the occasional leaf and needing a weekly drink.

By George Nikolopoulos

sfgenreJoseph rested his head on the younger man's butt, one hand absently caressing his spine.

The younger man sighed with pleasure. "It's funny," he said, "I hardly know you but I think I love you. It's like... you know everything I want. Everything that pleases me. Sex has never been like that."

"It's one of the few advantages of old age. You get to know things."

By Chris Kelso

sfgenreFa gazes from the bow. He sees a group of artisan fishermen standing on steel-coil stilts by the shore, poised to spear the ocean. He smiles, salutes the native men, and turns to Jed who is repairing a minor leak on the trawler’s aft with palm-fulls of swamp paste. It is dangerous to smile in this land, so Old Jed is one to toil in quiet contentment.

“We should head northward soon. The Blood is ready to come through the glaze…” Fa says, fixing his expression, remembering Jed’s superstitious fear of smiling while adrift on the Bjørnstadfeltek Blood-Sea.

By Kevin J. Phyland

sfgenreThe small tele-operated crawler nicknamed Dampier slowly made its way back and forth across the relative smoothness of Mare Tranquillitatis. Its forward camera captured the late-afternoon view from near the old Apollo XI landing site with binary precision, not only because of its digital nature but because the actual colour contrast of the knife-like boundaries between actinic light and stygian shadow precluded any real need for colour vision.

Dampier was making a methodical search of the iconic site using a time-honoured method known as sweep-and-clear.

By Martin Lochman

sfgenreCaptain’s Log, Entry 44, Location: Unknown

Three cycles have passed since we crash-landed on this strange world. For some of us it feels like it just happened — our ship exiting the subspace so suddenly after the engines malfunctioned, getting caught in powerful atmospheric turbulences and being violently thrown against an immense structure on the surface of the planet.

We have sustained grievous casualties and the vessel is heavily damaged. My first officer perished as a result of his injuries shortly after the crash, increasing the total number of deceased to eleven.

By A. Katherine Black

sfgenreJohn rested his elbow on the peeling picket fence separating his property from Doug’s. Doug leaned against the other side. Streaks of reddish-gold painted the night sky beyond the mountains.

“Just like the fireworks they used to set off at the end of the county fair.” John sipped coffee from a chipped mug decorated with the words ‘I love kittens.’

“Exactly like that.” Doug said. “Except in reverse.”

Meteors fell in such numbers that it was as if a grand curtain hung from the heavens waiting to rise for the next act.

By Edwina Harvey

sfgenre“Luddite. Why don’t you just invest in a smartphone?”

“Because I’m a Luddite. Go on, show me the app that shows the constellations.”

I switched to the app and Harley was happy to study the stars shining above the cloud-filled sky.

“You’ve upgraded this?”

By Matthew Harrison

sfgenreWould you believe it, we’ve had a murder! A lightyear out, fourth roster, yours truly Steve Mack as captain, no help or advice from anywhere, and we’ve got ourselves a corpse.

Actually, the corpse is the least of the problems. Bill was a nasty piece of work — chief engineer but always scheming, and not much need for him anyway now that we’re just cruising through the old interstellar.

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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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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.

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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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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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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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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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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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