Victims
“Thought of someone to sue yet?” Bill’s dad called from the living room. “Not yet, dad.” Bill opened the refrigerator door. “Did you find the
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“Thought of someone to sue yet?” Bill’s dad called from the living room. “Not yet, dad.” Bill opened the refrigerator door. “Did you find the
The Girl She ducked down behind the sleigh; the light couldn’t reach her there. The man whistled along to the tune and walked between the
If the most decorated, educated biologist in history — past, future, or present — was given the power to play God for the sole purpose
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Lord Vidori, as Esme was quickly shown, was a bit of a collector. The room he brought her to was filled with so many entrancing
“This was a mistake,” yelled Dave as he stared out the window at the dark, lurching shapes gathering even faster than the gloomy clouds on
“You seem to be writing a Post-Cyberpunk Pseudo-Western Romance. Need help?” Joe’s fingers froze. He stared at the paperclip as it writhed on the screen.
The ceiling opened and the Priest Judge Arbitrator descended into the Control Center. Tloygruu bobbed his head up and down the correct number of times,
So, I entitled this review of The Peripheral 1.3 “John Snow,” even though it had an already excellent title, “Haptic Drift”. Here’s why: First, John
I wasn’t expecting anything. Yet, there it was. The unmistakable drone of the … well … drone dropping a package on the front stoop. I
The notion of love and beauty is still there right? One might start to believe, especially with the last few years, that it’s an outmoded
Disclaimer: The quote in this story: A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us is from philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche. **** Dragons didn’t exist.
My phone beeped, and I paused the game. “Yeah?” “Hi,” said Victory, calling from way down in Bangkok. Good thing the picture wasn’t on; I
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“It was a goddamn oddball thing to do,” said Paden, his voice tinny over the cheap standard suit radios we’d been issued. I turned my
Their second honeymoon was going as well as Aidan hoped it would. He and Nicole needed to repair the rift in their relationship caused by
This star exploded. A hundred years or so later, one of the resulting cosmic rays entered the back of Raymond Wiench’s right hand as he
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One day your heart is thump…thump…thumping and the next, the musical rhythm is gone. The warmth in your veins has now turned to ice. Life
“It just doesn’t make sense!” Dr. Emma Zee jammed her hands in the pockets of her white lab coat and glared out at the sea.
“Every media outlet, every channel, every neurofeed; heck, we even got every linkstream hooked up for this, boss. This’ll be the fight of the century!”
1. My prison cell isn’t the loud, dirty iron cage our ancestors knew. It is pristine, with a perpetual blue tint reflecting the metamaterials of
Energy surged through his sinews as he ran effortlessly through the shadow-splashed night, metal-banded legs stretching and springing as they churned the decaying detritus of
The new researcher arrived just as Jennifer finally got the chance to sit down with a cup of coffee. Cleaning out the chimp section was
Perhaps Esme was starting to get used to these hallways. She didn’t mind the monotony. With nothing to distract herself, it made it easier to
Moll Forey pushed back the strand of hair that kept falling into her eyes, smearing the sweat along her cheek. Better to just cut it,
This entire story already exists, but you are only experiencing it one word at a time as you move forward through it. You could, if
When the elevator stops on the third floor, May Bell is guided out. She’s still frazzled by the strange world that surrounds her. As they
Graeme Wood turned the newspaper to Local News, folded it, and smoothed it flat on the plastic table in front of him. The waitress passed
I slipped on the wet pavement. I got to my feet and soon discovered it was five hours earlier. This was not the first time
Gerardo sat on the warm bench and listened. Claude was on his right, thumping away at some game on his laptop, rocking the park bench,
Lawrence Hogben, Ph.D., sat at his desk and fumed. Before him lay that month’s Archeological Extracts, open to Beaglehole’s article on the use of toilet
Quick Author’s note: I’m back! Thank you everyone for your patience! I will be uploading two segments this week. The tech issues have (for now)
“It’s an invasion, I keep telling you,” Mark said from his desk. He pulled another essay off the stack and sighed. Cathy, sitting at the
We didn’t know what to call it, so we just called it The War. It was the last war of our world, and it happened
Dr. Andrew Lerner leaned back in his leather chair, running a hand through his blond hair. Dr. Serena Mulligan, a paleontologist, had found his writings
“Monster,” says Malik, and points to a spot in the metal pole. “That’s a snail,” I say. “It’s an insect, I guess. Their shell protects
(Photo Cover Credit- Myself) Prologue “Aaron Claviss White,” read the familiar writing across the inner cover of the small journal Nya White clutched in her
Fiction for a Broken Country When I went to sleep last night, everything was normal. When I woke up, everything was different. Everything was Black.
Mary runs to the old chipped white bench in front of Pvt. Greene’s grave and plops down. She feels the tears streaming down her cheeks
3. Coma A kind pointy woman with glasses on a lanyard around her neck, in an office in Seventies brown, said that she couldn’t be
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“Rob, just listen to me for a sec. I’m not talking about anything that’s actually immoral. Nobody gets hurt.” Weldon Brown pushed the hair back
It was only when Esme looked out that expanse of glass before her did she truly come to realize she was no longer on the
There was something out of place out there, in the lecture hall. Fergus Clegg, professor of economics, looked up from his notes and paused in
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*** Want to start at the beginning? Here’s the link to the prologue: http://simily.co/all-stories/maryandramb/s-o-s-searching-out-souls/ _____________________________________________________________________ (Cover Photo Credit – Myself) Part Five Nya’s alarm clock
Everything was burning. The flames reached high into the sky, the smoke blocking out any sign of light. There were screams and crying from every
Nature had even reclaimed Canada Square; the tower now a symbol of man’s striving skyward, choking and decaying. It was almost unrecognisable here. The streets
I remember dying. You might think that’s not a big problem. I was one of the first who could be restored. If you’ve got eternal
Paul Flinchbaugh caught the elevator just before the doors closed, and patiently rode up to the seventh floor. Patiently, because the elevator was crowded, and
Most kids, as they approach high school graduation, are faced with hard choices. Should I go to college? A college near home, or one in
There is a folk tale that all people are tied to their destined husband or wife by a red string that no-one can see. I
The Johnson’s house sits high above the desolate urban sprawl, among gently waving trees and yellow flowers. Standing by the road, you see the large,
As the G-forces pinned her to her assigned seat, Astrid felt as though this was all a grand mistake. Maybe it was the unimaginable pressure,
There were no fires that night. They couldn’t risk it. Aurelia ran her fingers along the gold chain around her neck. The motion was comforting,
The next morning, Miranda discharges from the hospital, given a clean bill of health. She walks with her parents down the hall to the waiting
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Barret P. Bungate, Director of the Parallel Project, loomed over the edge of the cubicle and stared down at Avery Gibbart, his eyes colder than
***Want to start at the beginning? Here’s the link to the prologue: http://simily.co/all-stories/maryandramb/s-o-s-searching-out-souls/ ____________________________________________________________________ (Photo Credit- Myself) Part One Commander Torren Egress paused outside the
“You’ve caused untold damage to the economy. You understand that, don’t you?” Senator Lantis scowled at her like the crotchety old grandfather he surely was,
“Feels good to finally be off that blasted ship.” Ben breathes in so deeply that his shoulder rubs against my bare one, a touch so
Mate? Bear young? Out of the question for such as those who obstinately follow the Doctrine of the Rounded Home! There. It had been said,
Something was very wrong with the fields in Drift City, but no one could say exactly what the problem was. What was once a fertile
Appendix A # The appendix twisted in Dr. Chamberlin’s tongs, hissing and spitting. “Careful, nurse,” he said from behind his mask. “This is a mean
I am the mutilator. That’s what I saw. This dream, where I’ve found myself in the middle of the endless white space. No horizon, no
Wait. Don’t go. That’s good. Do you hear me clearly? I suppose you can hear me wherever you are. This communication, it’s not sounds. But
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Dawn; blinds up and sun blazing, It’s time to die, just another workday. Dress up before the suit up, Walk out with the others and
When I was thirty I became obsessed with the idea that I was an alien shapeshifter. It started out as a thought experiment, almost a
My name is Oliver James, and I was born on a beautiful warm summer day. I suppose I cried a lot as many others would.
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If you’re here for a big and fantastical adventure story, sorry to disappoint you – this is not it. This is a story, and while
Purr Mission Tale #1 in the Herc Tom, Champion of the Empire series Copyright 2011 by William Mangieri I stroked Kat’s fur and pressed my
***Want to start at the beginning? Here’s the link to the prologue: http://simily.co/all-stories/maryandramb/s-o-s-searching-out-souls/ ____________________________________________________________________ (Photo Credit- Myself) Part Two The man felt as though he
Lieutenant David Moy bit his lower lip and looked back up at the eighteenth story ledge. The wind blustering along the street took one look
Maria sat by the computer on the varnished side-table and dad lay curled up in the couch watching some discussion program she couldn’t focus on.
Writing Spark: What would happen if aliens finally made contact? “Report?” I buzzed nervously before the Commander. “No contact recommended. Species was deemed unsuitable.” The
The rift divides the land in two halves, but neither of them is interesting. It is the rift itself that calls to people, entices them
***Want to start at the beginning? Here’s the link to the prologue: http://simily.co/all-stories/maryandramb/s-o-s-searching-out-souls/ ____________________________________________________________________ (Photo Credit – Myself) Part One Nehemiah White stood up, glaring
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“That’s ‘Real Life,’ from the Beatles’ 1985 Come and Go LP, and I’m Pete Fornatale on WFUV’s July 4, 1996 weeklong celebration.” Pete sighed with
It would have been a charming place, if not for the sense of desolation which hung about it. The farmhouse, a sturdy little building made
*** Want to start at the beginning? Here’s the link to the prologue: http://simily.co/all-stories/maryandramb/s-o-s-searching-out-souls/ _____________________________________________________________________ (Cover Photo Credit – Myself) Part One It was the
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A world without humans is far more humane 12-T-87 hummed softly, chewing on a byte of information. It was their habit to hum tunes from
A Mother’s Worry The house wasn’t the same to her anymore. After a couple years living in a residential dome, the modest home her parents
***Want to start at the beginning? Here’s the link to the prologue: http://simily.co/all-stories/maryandramb/s-o-s-searching-out-souls/ ____________________________________________________________________ (Photo Credit- Myself) Part Two The man patiently waited for the
*** Want to start at the beginning? Here’s the link to the prologue: http://simily.co/all-stories/maryandramb/s-o-s-searching-out-souls/ _____________________________________________________________________ (Cover Photo Credit – Myself) Part Three Nya stood next
Dr. Clive Crawley has made quite a splash – a less charitable person might say, a colossal ass of himself – with his presentation at
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Otto von Korek was born on March 14, 1717, in the German State of Thuringia to parents of noble birth, but modest means. Little of
Early Wednesday morning, not much past 10:30, I wheezed my way through downtown in my old ’31 Ford. Down to White Center, where the city
***Want to start at the beginning? Here’s the link to the prologue: http://simily.co/all-stories/maryandramb/s-o-s-searching-out-souls/ ____________________________________________________________________ (Photo Credit- Myself) Part Two “Ah, Commander Egress.” Nehemiah White turned
Dr. Serena Mulligan was hot, sweaty and dusty. She’d been excavating a dinosaur footprint fossil for over three hours, but it didn’t appear she had
A couple weeks ago my neighbor across the street got raided by the FBI. I don’t really know what the details are, but I’d put
“Pass me the orb already, Eloa!” “You have an orb yourself, Sirri. You’ve got tons of them.” “Well, not right here. Besides, they’re getting all
***Want to start at the beginning? Here’s the link to the prologue: http://simily.co/all-stories/maryandramb/s-o-s-searching-out-souls/ ____________________________________________________________________ (Photo Credit – Myself) Part Five Nya watched Commander Egress’s face.
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