The painting used in the cover design is Albert Bredow’s “Winter Landscape” (before 1899).
by Thomas Piekarski
This city of aborted dreams takes on
a thick gray pallor as wind picks up.
Its drains plugged, gobs of sludge
will be forced through pipes to the sea…
Night has been jailed in your hair
by Maziar Karim
I am watching
the pupils of your eyes
you are staring to the future
I watch the past
I Am You
by Priya Chouhan
Here, for a transitory period, existence questioned sometimes,
I make you seen, an invisible pain killing me.
A carrier of a shapeless me,
silence, a soothing darkness, I weep hard.
To Desire Heat
by Dan J. Kirk
The wind sliced across the parking lot of a Gizard’s Southern Fried. The snow froze to a slippery sheen, the kind that resembles reflective glass when...
by Mikhail Strannik
Once on the table, that porcelain cup fell into thinking. After being affected by a neural network field, she got some features that were completely uncharacteristic...
by Steven Boswell
The nurse finished bathing the comatose patient. Brushing his long gray hair and full beard, she smiled sympathetically as she beheld his closed eyes. She gently...
by D.C. Marcus
They were already in bed, ready to shut the light and drift toward sleep, when someone knocked on the front door. It was near midnight, a Friday…
by Matthew Gall
Apoptosis is programmed cell death. It’s a regulated mechanism in multicellular life that allows for new cells to grow, when the old cells wear themselves out…
His eyes met those of the child with the dagger
by Eva Grace
Gold does not rust, no matter how long it stays buried. His face paled when he saw…
My experience on having my sci-fi debut edited by a Big Five publisher
by Jeremy Szal
I still remember sitting down in a Sydney city cafe, sometime in the afternoon, and writing the first chapter of what was going to be my...