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The Political Debate in Science Fiction

Last year, there was a storm brewing over sexism and minority voices being underrepresented in the science fiction community. That debate hasn't gone away, but in the finest SF tradition, it has mutated.

By | May 31st, 2014|Editorials, Featured, Issue #3, Meta-Narrative, Non-Fiction, Per Aspera|0 Comments

A Theme-based Online Curriculum for the Teaching of Science Fiction

By Jean Asselin Abstract This article presents a theme-based curriculum for the teaching SF literature. Sets of 15 stories each, six in all, match the number of weeks in the North American semester system. Selection criteria include theme, awards won or nominated for, and critical recognition. Curricular material is taken from 80 years of published [...]

By | February 21st, 2014|Articles, Issue #3, Non-Fiction|0 Comments

References for A Theme-based Online Curriculum for the Teaching of Science Fiction

by Jean Asselin These are the sources referenced in "A Theme-based Online Curriculum for the Teaching of Science Fiction" Adams, J. J. (Ed.). (2008). Wastelands: Stories of the Apocalypse. San Francisco, CA: Night Shade Books. Adams, J. J. (Ed.). (2009). Federations. Rockville, MD: Prime Books. Adams, J. J. (Ed.). (2011). Brave New Worlds: Dystopian Stories. [...]

By | February 21st, 2014|Article References, Issue #3, Non-Fiction|1 Comment

Code Orange and Code Blue

By Adele Gardner On high-ozone days, we all wear masks, Filtering what air there is to breathe, Supplementing it from oxygen tanks. Still, it pays to walk Slowly. Owls do not have masks. We keep them in a room With potted trees and recycled air And VR walls simulating night That emit a jaguar's warning [...]

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Ad Astra

By David Falkinburg There’s an open wound across the sky bleeding stars waiting to be bandaged with paper and ink. Fire ashes smoke towards it from a tired history smoldering wanting hope from those stars. Have we forgotten what’s above us? Put down your earthen weight and all those retrograding problems and worn out words [...]

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Garage Sale

By Changming Yuan A whole box of human hearts, each Still pulsing like a fresh-skinned toad Two rows of shining skeletons of unknown gods All with fingers longer than legs, skull-sized toes Three sets of enchanted knives, possessed By evil spirits (need sharpening) Four giant alarm clocks, guaranteed To wake the dead in a five-mile [...]

By | February 21st, 2014|Fiction, Issue #3, Poetry|1 Comment

Support Staff

By Adrian Simmons At 247 Black Oak Lane stands a perfectly un-unusual house. One story, fireplace, a wooden fence around the backyard, and a chain-link one around the front. The front fence, which most of the other houses on the street do not have, is about the only reason anyone would give it a second [...]

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Mars Bomb Bound for Titan

By Sean Monaghan They were waiting outside the prison gates when Carmen strode through. It was raining and the water beaded on the car’s black skin. The door clanged shut behind her. So this was what freedom tasted like: wet, and already with watchers. Shafts of light from the setting sun radiated through cloud breaks. [...]

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The Chiseler’s Wife

By Hunter Liguore On an unnamed island in the Gulf of Riga, fifty miles north of the Latvia coast, there lived a chiseler and his wife. They owned a house that sat at the top of a sloping hill in the middle of a cemetery, where the chiseler was given charge of cutting stone and shaping it into headstones for the faery realm. As a boy, a near-fatal fever left the chiseler with the gift of seeing across the veil, allowing him the ability to commune with the faery spirits. It was said the chiseler did more than carve a word or two of endearment on the faces of the headstones, like “mother,” “beloved” or “friend.” Rather, he listened and spoke with the faery ghosts that walked the barren hills in search of their stories. Afterward, he would get to work on the front-piece, always starting with an image of the faery, and then beneath it he inscribed an epitaph that read like poetry, to sum up the life the faery once lived. […]

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Winds that Stir Vermillion Sands

By David Bowles 2370 Seven-year-old Rodrigo ben-David sat alone in the hovel, spooning the last bit of last Shabbat’s chamin into his mouth and using a hard bit of crust to scrape the pot clean. The thin, cold wind rattled the aluplaz walls mercilessly. Winters in the Hellas Region were tough, and in Babulandia, one of the most notorious shantytowns on Mars, the lack of municipal infrastructure made it nearly impossible for the residents to keep themselves warm. […]

By | February 21st, 2014|Fiction, Issue #3, Stories|0 Comments