Water Shamans
Author : Gray Blix, Featured Writer [ bio ] She released her grip on the yoke of her De Havilland, and the pain in her hands eased. Even with a quarter century of experience flying to remote locations...
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Author : Gray Blix It was beyond the planets, pushing past the furthest extent of Sedna’s orbit, when it detected exactly what it was created to find, something with a lot of mass at a location where...
View ArticleThe Love of a Sister
Author : Olivia Black, Featured Author Eve poked at her bowl of noodles again. She hadn’t been hungry when she’d ordered that food over an hour ago. Now, the broth was cold and the noodles gelatinous.
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Author : Olivia Black, Featured Writer Reese stood admiring the view through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the Port Authority’s departure waiting room. He watched the crowded “open air” market...
View ArticleIn the Dark Areas
Author : Olivia Black, Featured Writer “Hey Ed? What’s this light mean?” Maureen said, tapping the bulb with her index finger. The panel she examined covered the entire wall with its indicators and...
View ArticleTen Gs
Author : Olivia Black, Featured Writer “Some things are too good to be true.” That’s what my mom would say if she were here. Of course, if she were here she’d also be telling me to tuck in my shirt and...
View ArticlePride
Author : Priya Chand, Featured Writer Red lights flapped in an artificial breeze. For the observer whose data banks were lacking, most of the lamps were identical: a big round input, and an output...
View ArticleThe Sharing Economy
Author : Priya Chand, Featured Writer Sam looked at the tickets and crumpled paper, already softening under the onslaught of summer heat and Mei’s palms. “I never been to some classics concert before,”...
View ArticleRare Earth
Author : Priya Chand, Featured Writer Her hands groped the earth. Superheated fingertips sent urgent signals to the chip embedded in her neocortex. Owl withdrew, shook her hands and heard the particles...
View ArticleSpring, If There Were Still Seasons
Author : Priya Chand, Featured Writer I put two bottles and two cards in front of the NGO lady. She scooped them and nodded. “Karen Wallacho. Your sister isn’t here?” “She’s eight. She doesn’t get up...
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