Fred Van Lente | Willful Weapon
The torch of the Statue of Liberty blazed with an unearthly light. The steamship lumbered through the retina-stinging nimbus which draped the colossal lady and her fortress pedestal in a luminescent h...
20 Touko 201456min
Rajan Khanna | Second Hand
Quentin Ketterly stood in the Gold Star Saloon and lit his cheroot with one hand, the other resting lightly on his hip, very close to his waistcoat pocket. He stared across the room at the five men pl...
13 Touko 201452min
Seth Dickinson | A Tank Only Fears Four Things
The surgery makes Tereshkova into a tank. In the war, she never showed any fear, not at Fulda, not even in the snows of Vogelsberg when the Americans dropped the first bomb. When Clinton and Yeltsin s...
6 Touko 201427min
Thomas Olde Heuvelt | The Day the World Turned Upside Down
That day, the world turned upside down. We didn’t know why it happened. Some of us wondered whether it was our fault. Whether we had been praying to the wrong gods, or whether we had said the wrong th...
29 Huhti 20141h 10min
Shaenon K. Garrity | Francisca Montoya’s Almanac of Things That Can Kill You
If you get ill after eating or touching something that didn’t make anyone else sick, you may be allergic to it. Especially if there’s a rash. Allergies are caused by your body rejecting substances it ...
22 Huhti 201438min
Linda Nagata | Codename: Delphi
“Valdez, you need to slow down,” Karin Larsen warned, each syllable crisply pronounced into a mic. “Stay behind the seekers. If you overrun them, you’re going to walk into a booby trap.” | Copyright 2...
15 Huhti 201435min
Carmen Maria Machado | Observations About Eggs from the Man Sitting Next to Me on a Flight from Chicago, Illinois to Cedar Rapids, Iowa
1. Lord, it’s hot in this cabin. I could hard-boil an egg inside my mouth. What’s your name? 2. Have you ever poached an egg? The trick is white vinegar. Everyone forgets the white vinegar, and the b...
8 Huhti 201417min
RoboNinja | The Legend of RoboNinja
RoboNinja. A name for garbled tongues and garbled times. Interstate mudlarks peer at him from beneath grotty brows as he passes, eyes the size of headlamps reflecting the gelid glow of his visor. He o...
1 Huhti 201416min
