Stories
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Data & Analytics
"Well, we won't put together a landing party until the crew is recovered from hibernation, so three days at least. In the meantime, let's go over the data we have." Lindsey toggles her comm. "Zach, report." Zach Iverston is her chief science officer, and she can tell...
Space Zombies
"I want you to feel special," the zombie said, standing before me. The zombie in question was my former first mate, Emorson Brunnos, now somehow become one of the undead. Myself, I was the captain of this starship, before the horde overran it and turned 90% of the...
Identity Crisis
Do you know who I am? Because I sure don’t. At least I don’t know who I am here, in this world. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t have amnesia. I recall fully well who I was before I got here. And I remember how I got here, passing through a crack in my bedroom wall. It...
Soul Reflections
Stop making me feel guilty. I can see you, in the mirror, reflected in a glass of water, looking back at me from any shiny surface. You’re always looking over my shoulder, reminding me of what I’ve done. And I don’t need that kind of guilt. Least of all from you. I...
The Island, the Tree, and the Phoenix
A floating island, maybe 50 feet across. It hangs inside a light shroud of mist. On the island, a lone tree, 80 feet tall and in full flower. Pink cherry blossoms, or something of the kind. Around the island, three moons orbit at various distances. From the...
The Fold
The fissure hangs in the air, suspended over red sand and glass. It warps the air around it, folding it into intricate patterns and waves. Electricity reaches out in slender fingers, groping for something, anything, but there is nothing near it for it grab onto. The...
The Statue
They entered the basement of the old theatre. It was dark, damp, and musty. The place had been abandoned for years and so was in a profound state of disrepair. They flicked on their flashlights, beaming them across the floor, the walls, the ceiling. Water puddled in...
The Dead Horse
It's 8am, and there is a dead saddled horse in my bed. Mind you, it's a very small horse, a miniature pony, if you will. But it is fully saddled, complete with bit and bridle, and it is most definitely dead. Two questions immediately arise: 1) just how in the hell did...
A Meeting
An infant, if you can call it that, toddles into the ground floor of a broken skyscraper. The child is naked, but it carries in its hands a white tennis shoe. The infant-creature is warped, misshapen, its skull distended and bulging. It walks on tiptoes as if to be...