Your Child by Tim Frank
Your Child by Tim Frank As Rostov’s eyelids inched open, caked with the gunk of dried tears, a shooting pain angled down from his wrist and along his arm. He was chained to the...
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Have Ray-Gun, Will Travel by James Rumpel
Have Ray-Gun, Will Travel by James Rumpel The sleek, state of the art, craft hurtled through space, a silver bullet flashing through near infinite darkness. The ship’s owner, Torad Miver, sat in his workshop,...
Bringing the Bodies Home by Christian Riley
Bringing the Bodies Home by Christian Riley The plane has crashed, the copilot is clearly dead, all radios are down, and Otis is stuck in the cockpit. He tries to disengage the forward hatch,...
A-hab by Edd B. Jennings
A-hab by Edd B. Jennings The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run.—Moby Dick (chapter 37) Damn, she was hot, which was why I...