Author : George R. Shirer “Well,” murmured Agent Dumphy, “you don’t see that every day.” Brillson didn’t reply. He was too busy squinting at the luminous graffiti covering the alley wall. “How many…
Author : Douglas Kissack Every day I am losing more of my sight. Every night, the edge of the moon blurs a little more. I can no longer see the stars. In its way, this slow drift into obscurity com…
Author : Phill English Bob leaned back in his chair and sighed. The first day had been a long time coming. Every time they thought they had the whole project licked, a new feature came to light tha…
Author: Mark Joseph Kevlock I remember a day I hadn’t remembered. I stood in the field, at the edge of where the woods began. Childhood came through the trees with the morning sunlight, at ju…
Author: Ádám Gerencsér I refuse to believe that you don’t exist. So I sit here every day and talk to you – through words, feelings, stirrings of the heart. I would lie if I said there&#…
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Every House, a Home By Evan Dicken “I guess nobody wants haunted houses, anymore.” Derek checked his reflection in one of the Cape Cod’s filmy windows, teasing his hair back to mussy perfection. He glanced back at me. “That was a joke, Natalie.” I gave him my best approximation of a smile. He bDon’t hit Uluru.
Author: Michael Mieher Friday, December 18th, 2043 Day 503 of the 3rd Mars Pilgrimage joint SpaceX/OneSpace mission. “I’m sorry Captain Shu.”, First Officer Griffin Musk said, try…
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Author: Jae Miles, Staff Writer I always remember the secret my great-grandfather told me: “Absinthe was never to blame, my dear. It’s what was added to the absinthe that caused problems. By accide…
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Author: Russell Bert Waters The restraints dig into my wrists as I awaken. “Have you ever truly smelled this city?” a man asks from behind. “Where am I?” I ask. I try to look around without moving.…
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Author: Jae Miles, Staff Writer There’s a half-kilometre tourist cruiser flying between Adma and Therna. It looks tiny from this distance. Compared to them, it would be at any distance. Douglas The…
Subscribe to Clarkesworld and never miss an issue of our World Fantasy and Hugo Award-Winning Science Fiction and Fantasy Magazine. This page: The Love Letters by Peng SimengSent 12:40 AM
Author: Abigail Hughes I know you made it clear we were not supposed to talk during our “break”, but I have something I need to get off of my chest and now that it is impossible for you to automati…
Author: Suzanne Borchers The rain pelted his metallic covering while his smooth rollers skidded on the sidewalk. How far to the warehouse now? Too far to go before the cracked seams allowed moistur…
Author: David Barber It was an old silver Zippo lighter. You had to hunt down little squirty tins of fluid for it. After his dad quit smoking, it had banged around a kitchen drawer until finally cl…
Author: J. Edward Hamilton Fragments of shattered glass float elegantly before him, and as Cameron imagines the glittering specs are stars in a little microcosm galaxy, he realizes this scene is th…
Author: Bryan Pastor “We should have listened to your father and stayed out of this place.” “Nonsense… Woo what is that?” Neil and Toby paused to examine their find. It stood twice as tall as than …
Author: Jae Miles, Staff Writer Another cold coffee. It’s the last one I’ll have for a while. Tigerhouse closes tonight and affording bean coffee will go back on the luxuries list. R…
Author: Hari Navarro, Staff Writer Tāne hoists himself over the wrought iron gate and as he falls heavily to the ground, he feels it. A deafening coldness as the old building strains and grins. It …
Author: Irene Montaner By the time the aliens reached Paris, the streets were empty. Parisians and tourists alike had sought shelter inside the many churches in the city or underground in the metro…
Author: Jeff Hill A woman is crouching in the bushes, patiently waiting next to the house of her estranged husband. He has to know, she thinks to herself. The neighbors see her, but they pay no min…
Author: Michael Hopkins It knew itself as awareness. No center. No end. Awareness. It did not know its name. It had no I. A perturbation arose – from where? The agitation expanded – a s…
Author: Richard Wren “Aaaagh!” It was always a shock to return, to feel the meat encase him again, to stare out through balls of jelly. Felix Bonaparte, time traveler, twitched his body to relieve …
Author: Hari Navarro, Staff Writer The little girl clutches into her blankets and runs her cheek over the ancient concrete veins that etch into the great wall at her side. “I love the wall. It is s…
Author: David Barber Nova Education was paying Jacee Egan a pittance to interview famous scientists. Nova hoped the links would make their failing on-line physics course less dull. It’s not about t…
Author: Suzanne Borchers I’m one of three applying for the position of Assistant to the Chairman. Why me? My parents placed my application to the Great One. Mother’s favorite story is about my birt…
Author: Alzo David-West Distant stars blinked over Buguma island in the lower southern delta of West Africa. Sea waves turned, crickets droned, and guinea fowl warbled. I was on a forest path, walk…
Author: David C. Nutt “So, how many today?” “Ummmmm, six. No. Seven.” “Seven? Dude, that’s gotta be a record.” “Nah. I did twelve in one day last quarter. It’s easy. Find their operational metaphor…
Author: Rick Tobin “Was food satisfying?” A mechanical, calm, nondescript voice asked from invisible speakers. “It was cold. I need warm food. You know that.” Zuri sat cross-legged, staring into a …