Sci-Fi

Give Me English - A Short Story by Ai Jiang

"Give Me English"

Ai Jiang
I traded my last coffee for a coffee. How ironic. My finger jabbed at the ordering machine. The Langbase implanted in my brain popped up in front of my eyes, and I watched as the word disappeared. A heavy breath escaped my lips. I would have to trade my teas next…
Likeness - A Short Story by Adam Godfrey

"Likeness"

Adam Godfrey
Hearing one’s own voice is always just a little strange. No doubt about it. Hearing another’s words spoken in your own voice is another thing all together. Surreal. Unsettling. I don’t know. I don’t believe the proper word even exists for such a feeling. It’s the bizarre, unpalatable substance of bad dreams…
The Gathering - A Short Story by Lyndsey Croal

"The Gathering"

Lyndsey Croal
The ghosts gather on the burnt trees like a murder of crows, hungry-eyed and conspiratorial. Black feathery wisps dance around them, while talon-like hands grip to charred branches. They can see me, but they don’t yet know I can see them…
Season of Change - Short Story by Adam Godfrey

"Season of Change"

Adam Godfrey
My wife left me last year. I’ve spent my life floundering between chronic skepticism and cautious optimism, the latter complements of my Cathy these last 22 years. My unyielding light. The missing element that guided me through a lifetime of fearful irrationalities…
Cornfield - A Short Story by Christopher Hawkins

"Cornfield"

Christopher Hawkins
Alice wasn’t asleep, but she was starting to dose with her phone glowing balanced on her chest, when she heard the scraping at her window. She’d left it half open, as much an invitation as a way to let in the autumn air…
A Girl and Her Dog - A Short Story by Bev Vincent

"A Girl and Her Dog"

Bev Vincent
Madison came home from school one afternoon to discover Lucky lying on the street in front of the house, bleeding and mangled. At first, she was sure her dog was dead, but Lucky opened his eyes and tried to lick Maddy’s hand…
Only Bodies Wanted - A Short Story by Jacob Mohr

"Only Bodies Wanted"

Jacob Steven Mohr
The room’s perfect whiteness is infinity. Without variation, without shadow, the illusion of perpetuity is near-flawless. She waits on the tissue paper, legs dangling. From somewhere comes the soft ticking of a clock, though there’s no clock in the room…
Indigo Night - A Short Story by Alex Woodroe

"Indigo Night"

Alex Woodroe
“The last one.” The ship’s console lit up emerald green and the deepest of blue, colors that used to trigger an odd sort of nostalgia in Son, but lately only made him feel resentful. In the middle of the screen, a minuscule dot was steadily growing. Father’s voice soon followed from the speakers…

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