Stories

Stories

The Knight of Chains, the Deuce of Stars - Lightspeed Magazine
The Knight of Chains, the Deuce of Stars - Lightspeed Magazine
The tower is a black spire upon a world whose only sun is a million starships wrecked into a mass grave. Light the color of fossils burns from the ships, and at certain hours, the sun casts shadows that mutter the names of vanquished cities and vanished civilizations. It is said that when the tower’s sun finally darkens, the universe’s clocks will stop.
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The Knight of Chains, the Deuce of Stars - Lightspeed Magazine
Nightside on Callisto - Lightspeed Magazine
Nightside on Callisto - Lightspeed Magazine
A faint, steady vibration carried through the igloo’s massive ice walls—a vibration that shouldn’t have been there. Jayne heard it in her sleep. Age had not dulled her soldier’s reflexes, honed by decades spent on watch against incursions of the Red. Her eyes snapped open. She held her breath.
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Nightside on Callisto - Lightspeed Magazine
The Way Home - Lightspeed Magazine
The Way Home - Lightspeed Magazine
The demon, like all the others before it, appeared first in the form of a horizontal plume of rust-red grit and vapor. Almost a kilometer away, it moved low to the ground, camouflaged by the waves of hot, shimmering air that rose from the desert hardpan. Lieutenant Matt Whitebird watched it for many seconds before he was sure it was more than a mirage. Then he announced to his squad, “Incoming."
·lightspeedmagazine.com·
The Way Home - Lightspeed Magazine
Broodmare - Fantasy Magazine
Broodmare - Fantasy Magazine
I’m happy on the road. The land stretches like a languid animal, and I find tranquility in its measured length. Outside the car the earth breathes, the ground rising and sinking. Even though I am the one driving, concentrating on the road and the trucks roaring past, it’s like a meditation for me—my mind empties into the open space.
·fantasy-magazine.com·
Broodmare - Fantasy Magazine
Across the Street - Uncanny Magazine
Across the Street - Uncanny Magazine
Much like Ishmael, I have experienced a fair number of damp, drizzly Novembers in my soul. And I, too, have required a strong moral principle to prevent me from stepping into the street and methodically knocking people’s hats off. But unlike Ishmael, I can’t quietly take to sea because my lunch break is only forty-five […]
·uncannymagazine.com·
Across the Street - Uncanny Magazine
Two Girls Watching Hyper Lane Traffic - 365tomorrows
Two Girls Watching Hyper Lane Traffic - 365tomorrows
Author: Janaya Young In space, hyper lanes operate like traffic lanes but with one important difference: you aren’t entirely in one place or another while traveling through them. Most people can’t tell. Maybe you feel a slight shudder of the ship, or for a moment you look down and your hand is not where you […]
·365tomorrows.com·
Two Girls Watching Hyper Lane Traffic - 365tomorrows
Lifeline - 365tomorrows
Lifeline - 365tomorrows
Author: Andrew N. McCue I was 15 when I left home. Replacing schoolbooks from my pack with clothes and food, I steal my mother’s favorite can opener, some flatware and a small stash of cash. I walk mostly or hitch. Standing on the side of a road I read stapled, tacked and nailed sheets of […]
·365tomorrows.com·
Lifeline - 365tomorrows
Celebricide - 365tomorrows
Celebricide - 365tomorrows
Author: David Barber “This is a rare photograph of Christ, taken before time tourism was banned,” said the Director of the Temporal Institute. The Senator stopped to examine it, and his entourage jostled and bumped awkwardly behind him. A picture-lined corridor led to the gallery overlooking the wormhole, and though each picture was an actual […]
·365tomorrows.com·
Celebricide - 365tomorrows
Dusty Oysters - 365tomorrows
Dusty Oysters - 365tomorrows
Author: Majoki “I’m trying to tell you, Clem, I’m a Dusty Oyster. Just like you and Billy Lee, Davy, Sherm and Stevie. It’s me, Fizzy. You remember, don’t ya?” Clement Ellis stared unbelieving from his wheelchair at the young man jabbering at him. “Dusty Oyster? You? Nonsense. I’m old, but I haven’t lost all my […]
·365tomorrows.com·
Dusty Oysters - 365tomorrows
Emotional Surgery - 365tomorrows
Emotional Surgery - 365tomorrows
Author: James Flanagan Lying on the gurney, I slowly succumbed to the anesthetics. The last thing I recalled was a bright light and a frantic “Oh, shit.” *** I opened heavy eyelids and blinked. “He’s back.” My wife’s voice, distant, unsure. “Dad?” Andy, my son. They each held one of my hands. Restricted, restrained. I […]
·365tomorrows.com·
Emotional Surgery - 365tomorrows