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Short stories, offering glimpses into different realities.

The Magnificent Threshold

I climb toward the asymptote at the top of the universe, leaving dead centuries in my wake, gaining mass. Clovis says this is like growing in spirit as one approaches God. He says I will experience God soon, but right now I feel alone and terrified...

2021-10-15T18:32:20-05:00September 30th, 2021|Fiction, Issue #10, Stories|0 Comments

Love is a Hack

Day 1: I tell her about my ship, about what it feels like to cut through spacetime with a bridge drive instead of taking a public transfer station. It's a good play, works great on pretty women in expensive, fashionable clothes that lead expensive, fashionable lives they wish they could escape for the night. She averts her eyes. “Does your ship have TruAI?” she asks.

2021-10-15T18:28:31-05:00September 30th, 2021|Fiction, Issue #10, Stories|0 Comments

The Oz Casino

The alley, you would have sworn, is empty. Blank concrete walls and a narrow, colorless door, likely out of use for years. You’re turning your head to say it’s a bust when the light blazes into existence, catching the corner of your eye, flooding the door and the whole lane with blood-red light: a bent-neon sign and the words THE OZ CASINO.

2020-12-29T15:32:58-05:00December 20th, 2020|Fiction, Issue #9, Stories|0 Comments

After He’s Gone

Down at the town hall, everybody decided I should be the one to smash up the Invader’s statue. Folks in town call me Joe-Fix-It. I’m usually around doing odd jobs, helping mend a fence or changing a tire. And I’ve always been handy with a sledgehammer. No sweat, I told them.

2020-12-29T15:35:35-05:00December 20th, 2020|Fiction, Issue #9, Stories|0 Comments

Mermaid Remixed

All Alice ever wanted was to hear them sing. That's what I told her father, when they brought me to him, after what happened in Guam. At first, he just stared at me, like I was some bug he was tempted to pull the legs off, one at a time. Then he started talking.

2020-07-02T11:47:03-05:00June 22nd, 2020|Fiction, Issue #8, Stories|0 Comments

Your Best Possible Life

"When we are done here you will be killed," said Director Emmet Peterson of Best Possible Life, Inc. Hearing this, Asher leaned back in his chair, casually rested his hands in his lap and began to swivel ever so slightly from side to side, the tension in his shoulders melting with each subtle twist. Still, he made sure to knot his brows for the Director's benefit.

2020-07-02T11:47:14-05:00June 22nd, 2020|Fiction, Issue #8, Stories|2 Comments