March 13, 2018 I’m not really a survivor type. Seriously. In the Gilligan’s Island we’re-stranded-now-what lineup, I’m Ginger. Coddle me, feed me, I’ll be on my hammock. You don’t have to “survive” in the city, right? Just have a takeout menu. Or five. I had a job, I had an apartment, that’s what you thought […]
Category: Science Fiction
Garble, Love, and Music
Garble’s feelers drooped in the damp air. Her overview of the properties of water had prepared her for the shock of seeing it for the first time– but not for feeling it in the air. It was all around her all the time, from the moment she stepped off of the ship. Too-small-to-see droplets clung […]
The Morning Rose
The cruiser rattled. Septus Pertinax jolted awake, stretched out on a bunk. A ring of sweat had formed around his shirt collar. Before touchdown on Endymion, he’d been dreaming of rooms: apartments in a manor high on a hill, each filled with light, with friends. Each of them toasted him. Each new room revealed new […]
Clear as Light
Sometimes the unraveling of a life begins simply and quietly. As lightly as the fluttering descent of a moth with a torn wing. A tiny point of light falling in the deep night sky. A moment passes, unnoticed and unremarked-upon; it is only in hindsight that everything becomes clear. For Evan Sumner-Beauville, the moment happened […]
Expanded Horizons
“Not a mark on him, Sarge,” Victor noted. “You sure he’s dead?” Sergeant Lemov could imagine what was going on behind Victor’s impassive features. He was certain that, had the robot been programmed for facial expression, he’d now be displaying a sour look. The sergeant wished he had been, because then, he could do his […]
Cold War
Home is…south? Gotta be. Everything’s south. Which way is south? Can’t smell it anymore. Damn compass froze, it’s so cold. Cold didn’t bother me the first 250 miles. Neither did the glare of the sun. Or the endless white. Or the total lack of smells. Someone told me there’d be weird smells up here. There […]
The Gap Generation
Year 11, Day 3 Yoon Min-Jung braids her daughter’s hair while she doodles a picture of Earth. When she was younger, Min-Jung loved to draw with her colored pencils, the Faber-Castell ones her grandmother gave her for her tenth birthday. But there are no colored pencils on board the spaceship, so her daughter uses her […]