My Monsters | 365tomorrows
I, Sea, Memories | 365tomorrows
End Times | 365tomorrows
“God, not Apophis again,” Eddie said. He set the tray in the middle of the table. via Pocket
Heretic 2.0 | 365tomorrows
Author: David C. Nutt The chief of security removed the object archaically nailed to the briefing room door. There were gasps. It was paper. Forbidden by their protocols on the station. via Pocket
Coffee with Steve | 365tomorrows
The robot, ST3V3-01, continued to glide away slowly across the workshop. Spilled coffee dripped into the growing puddle on the floor, mixing with the shards of two broken mugs. Max strolled in, late, and was confused to find his boss on the floor, c…
In Splendour Betrayed | 365tomorrows
The room is dimly lit by four great fireplaces, each set at cardinal points. Outside the tall lattice windows, a storm howls, its keening baffled by noise suppressors embedded in the windowsills. Inside, the room resounds to someone soloing their so…
Fired Man | 365tomorrows
George was the company’s fired man. Every chain had one, and George was Talljeef’s. It worked like this: a customer would grow irate about a mixup with their groceries, eyes even with their shoulders. via Pocket
Ten Candles | 365tomorrows
“For a long time, people wondered just what the first-ever crime committed in the Martian Colonies was going to be. The first murder. The first rape. The first vicious assault. The first deletion of a child’s innocence. For a long time, people wonde…
The Other Side of the Storm | 365tomorrows
I’m not sure who told me that the gates were to be stormed. I mean, for years now we’ve all, I guess, contemplated it. It’s only natural to want to know, you know? They’re mysterious and controlled and bound in a swath of secrecy, and such unanswere…
Machine Learning | 365tomorrows
Author: A.M. Miles The artificial intelligence called Capsaicin is an eight-foot tall tower of star-steel that leaps through the dust-filled air in perfect grand jetes, their legs parallel to the ground, their arms flying to their sides like wings r…
Ghostless Machines | 365tomorrows
The new group are wide-eyed. It’s ironic that the most alien things we’ve ever encountered were originally made by us. However, while humans and their creations have come a long way, only the creations have evolved. I learnt from them that sometimes…
Lost in my Mind | 365tomorrows
The heavily sealed double doors slid open and I entered an operating room filled with doctors and scientists in white lab coats. I knew immediately I was doomed. Experimental surgeries were practically a death sentence. As there were no chairs, I sa…
High Life | 365tomorrows
To our right, there are five rows of aircars just hanging there. In addition, there are six layers below and five above. All sleek, shining, and not moving. “Look at it. Six by twelve, going nowhere.” Tish’s right. We picked the wrong time to leave …
Would You Like a Sweetie? | 365tomorrows
Her shaking fingers reach for the yellow lozenge. “No, not that one. Try the green one.” Olivia does so and her eyes go wide, then close. She slumps. Smiling, toothy and benign, he steps over her twitching body, then shakes the bowl and proffers it …
A blue dot, a white dot | 365tomorrows
I can’t see! I can’t fucking see! No! Don’t crumble, stop! Christ, my tether is threadbare. I have to dig my feet in. I can’t get my hand out of this biner. Oh shit! More wind! Armstrong! Armstrong! No! he’s gone. I don’t want to die! My tripod is s…
Next, please! | 365tomorrows
Author: Philip G. Hostetler “Many have failed but perhaps you will succeed.”, said Torjen, “The trans-galactic download is paramount to the ascension beyond space-time and admittance into the Multiverse Associates. via Pocket
False Face | 365tomorrows
What was a dank alleyway disappeared. Gone, cut straight to black. The pungent stench of urine the only sign Michael hadn’t died suddenly. That and the hands grasping him, both forcing him to follow. At some point, Michael dropped his coffee. via Po…
Dirty Badge | 365tomorrows
Sunny Afternoon | 365tomorrows
An Extra Buck | 365tomorrows
Aurras, What Would You like on Your Pizza? | 365tomorrows
Face | 365tomorrows
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