

The Island
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
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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
“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
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
A story of the repair workers When the nice grey-haired physician – she looked like a secondary-school counsellor – finished, Jannike’s gaze slid out the
Dear Family and Friends, Well, it’s hard to believe another year is about to end! This has been a busy year for the Wilkins family.
“First Contact” commemorative limited edition set (United States, 2019) Marble pieces, marble board. This set and a variety of other commercial products were manufactured to
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
“What if?” is the essence of genre fiction. What if monsters were real? What if mankind had faster-than-light travel? What if there was a world
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
Tom’s smug appreciation of the great shrouded form squatting in the middle of the lab was interrupted by the ding of the elevator. The doors
The sun was setting over the American South, casting long, lazy shadows across the small gas station just off the highway, a few miles from
Leonides didn’t know when he had started searching for signs that something was wrong. It couldn’t have been right after he had got Herma back.
World Science Conference Vienna, 1954 “Biology, my friends! It’s the biological sciences that are the future. You may play with your hydrogen bombs and ballistic
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
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
Sing, O Muse! Or at least hum a little. They stood on the windy plain before the walled city: Odysseus, the shrewd captain; Agamemnon, tamer
The sun was setting over New York City, casting a golden hue across the skyline as the streets below buzzed with the frenetic energy that
***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 Three Rin was still in the Lab
The wind screamed past her, rippling over Spant’s skimship in tiny, flashing waves. She shot between two Andean mountain peaks at Mach four. One of
*** 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 staggered to
*** 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 Four After more than
So there is a hall devoted to Precambrian life, with its Cnidarians and the Ediacarans, and here’s one all about the Ordovician Biodiversification Event. That
***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 Cover Credit- Myself) Part Three ———- Nya suddenly awoke, still
The last four months of Gabrielle’s presidential campaign have been rough. She knew it would be, but it was still difficult. The attack ads went
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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/ ____________________________________________________________________ (Photo Cover Credit- Myself) Part Two Aaron reached the outskirts of
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
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
Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada, May 4th, 1999, 7:48 PM The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet streets of downtown Regina. A
The morning of my wedding, the sky was clear, a plane of burning blue. My evening suit hung out on a coathanger over the closet
Paris was a city that lived up to every one of its many names—the City of Lights, the City of Love, the City of Dreams.
“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,
His mother had lain dead in the house for days, until a neighbor had become concerned. But the body had been taken away. The living
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
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
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
It was a rainy night in New Libertalia. A Caribbean storm had rolled in, drenching the islands thoroughly—most of all, the Midnight Prefecture’s capital, Nocturne
Melton Welch rubbed his eyes. After an all night session at the computer, his eyes itched and his hands were cramping. He thought there might
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
I slept most of my Saturday morning. My shoulder and leg were in a world of hurt even with my fast healing, still in retrospect
*** 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
“You know, Billy,” said George Washington, “When I was a young boy my mother used to say something to me, by way of encouraging me
*** 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 Seven Torren set the
There wasn’t a word for how she felt about her mother. All the words she knew were either positive, negative, or neutral. Her mother wasn’t
Gleepglop-Geep is curled up under the dried leaves, warm and comfortable. But not sleeping! Gleepglop-Geep knows that sleeping is dangerous, and she is far too
Next day, Svetlana was woken up by the sound of someone shouting. She sat bolt upright in her bed, blinking the sleep out of her
I knew something had changed the moment I stepped into the clearing – a hidden oasis in a desert of pine and oak. The temperature
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
“Where am I?” I caressed my sore wrist. “The Locomotion, gal,” the bartender sang. “What is that awful smell?” “Oh, that? Ahhh. That’s the smell
Across the short walkway, a forest of thick ropes strained up at every conceivable angle from beneath the Archive to the heavily-reinforced balloons above. Mika
“Who’s your favorite?” The woman looked up from her book, tossing her dark hair out of her eyes. “Excuse me?” Alan hadn’t meant to speak.
*** 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 Before she knew
“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
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
“Are you sure you wanna do this, doc?” The patrolman gestured across the lobby at the subject. “He’s got some sort of a device, with
*** 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
We turned into an alley, better described as a vortex, crackling with motion. A soup of crashing noise; the crass, flashing signs – and that
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
***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 Four Torren’s eyes narrowed. He
Russian winters are never kind, mused the young woman in the red spandex bodysuit and the fur-trimmed leather jacket. Her breath fogged in the icy
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
Eli glanced around the empty helicopter before dropping his head into his hands. He hoped more of his friends would attend the Society meeting this
Seriously, how the hell do you lose someone like Larry? The boy didn’t know the meaning of quiet. The last time she saw him, he
Marco Salazar stood in the alley, a grin spreading across his face as his heart pounded with the thrill of success. He and his fellow
His suicide attempt failed again that morning. That was no surprise; just like everyone said, Morris Sukenik was a loser, couldn’t do anything right. But
This short story is a part of the MagicLand Chronicles. It is set during a time long before that of the events in my debut
“Kang!” came Kodos’ deep, booming voice. “I think I’ve found something.” “What is it?” Kodos pulled up the chart. “Do you see the third planet
Len put down the book. He’d been kidding himself for an hour at least; the sweater wasn’t enough. The place was just too darn cold.
If the most decorated, educated biologist in history — past, future, or present — was given the power to play God for the sole purpose
*** 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 Nya made her
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
***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
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
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/ _____________________________________________________________________ (Cover Photo Credit – Myself) Part Two As soon as
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,
“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!”
***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 Cover Credit- Myself) Part One Nya felt dizzy, as though
“Bella! Bella!” The horrible screech caused Dr. Crawley to fumble the test tube, and a single drop flew out and hit the surface of the
Fort Lauderdale, Florida, was alive with the chaotic energy of spring break. It was a balmy March evening in 1998, and the city pulsed with
*** 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 “Time! All programs
After cleaning the cleared-out flat I turned off the remote control. I went one last round to see whether there was anything left for me
Let’s start at the end, shall we? What remained of the city was now more wild than man-made, nature having fairly successfully reclaimed what used
*** 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 Six Nya’s foot did
The bulky figure stooped, bringing its head close to the ground, as if sniffing out a trail. Its electronic eyes whirred and the machine pistols
“Whoa!” Malik pulled gently on the reins of his horse, encouraging the animal to slow down. He hadn’t seen Trisha for almost a century and
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
My name is Takashi Tachibana. To most of the world, I am the CEO of Tachibana Robotics and Industrial, a title I inherited when my
There is a planet at the edge of a star system several galaxies away from Earth and all of it covered in stagnant water. The
Maris stepped outside in the stadium and felt the world narrow. The detox, hours of looking down into the toilet bowl, dad’s still upturned face
He stood before the lake, its smooth surface reflecting the full moon that hung heavy and swollen up above. Fighting back the butterflies and 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 Two Another shift. Another
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
*** 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
The potion bubbled furiously, releasing fumes of fortune into the air. The scent of lavender, the ocean, and an unplaceable aroma that was as comforting
I wasn’t expecting anything. Yet, there it was. The unmistakable drone of the … well … drone dropping a package on the front stoop. I
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
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
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
I was born in 1915 in the great American metropolis of New York, in the depths of aggressive poverty and destitution. My earliest memories are
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