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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
Squamous turned right on Second. The Pinto squealed a bit, but it usually did that on sharp turns, and there was probably nothing supernatural about
“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
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
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
Miranda takes a seat on the curb, clutching her family necklace firmly to her chest. He’s standing a little ways away from her, still dressed
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
*** 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
Esme took a deep breath of the fresh forest air and let it out in a sigh. She hated how nervous she was getting. She
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 Two Another shift. Another
If she didn’t know any better, she’d say the boy is insane. He’s standing here demanding that he knows her, but she’s never seen him
*** 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 Torren approached his
***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
*** 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 stared down
***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
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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.
“Ah! You are here, you have arrived! Good! Come in – out of the rain – No! You must step over the welcome mat –
If the most decorated, educated biologist in history — past, future, or present — was given the power to play God for the sole purpose
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
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.
1957, Somewhere in Russia It started first with the horseshoe. Usually undisturbed and thick with dust it had fallen off her front door one morning
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.
Hushed but heated debate fell to silence as Mika entered. His eyes adjusted to the scarlet gloom within: the Consul Chamber walls were layers of
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
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
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
I studied hard before I came here. This was the future I wanted so badly. We all wanted it. This place was the best hope
Dear Readers – Readers, I say! When I accepted the request, the entreaty, the demand for me to be Guest Editor of this esteemed publication,
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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
“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
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
“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!”
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.
It all happened because of the grapes. It wasn’t often that any fresh fruit at all was sent to the Issap Station. Oh, the diplomats
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
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
Gideon opened his eyes, narrowed into slits from the sunlight that streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The palm and orange trees, a cluster of
Tem Rondo looked out over his home, a junkyard stretching toward the horizon in every direction. The immense carcasses of spaceships were laid to rest
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
(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
***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
Serena spent the next two days weighing the pros and cons of going back in time 150 million years. Despite her con list being longer
Walter leads her all the way up to her door and she feels like she’s on a date in the 1950s, or the 40s in
The nature of the universe was subjective, entirely dependent upon the perspective of each individual who experienced it. If a sentient being lived and grew
***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
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)
*** 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 Once Lilleth had
“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
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,
The three of us — Elena, Gabby, and me — smile on the side of my coffee cup. Used to be, you could do that:
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
Interviewer (Walks in): Hello, hope you’re having a graceful day. Patree is happy to welcome you to its glorious establishment. The boy (Shaking hands): Hello
*** 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
Rose May shifted in her seat and winced as it squeaked. She glanced around, but no one seemed to be paying any mind to the
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,
***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
“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,
*** 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 They crossed the
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
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
***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
***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 —– Aaron nervously followed the
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
Things at the farmhouse were all right for a few days. Svetlana fell into a routine of filling out medical charts three times a day,
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
“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
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
*** 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
Who took Lev’s tea? The disappearance of his tea in episode 1.4 of The Peripheral on Amazon Prime Video was an another signalic moment, just
It hit the floor with a thud. She watched in horror as the pumpkin basket bounced merrily off the floor of the patio scattering her
The first sign was the tall grass receding into the soil. A few weeks later, the grass was entirely gone and a rich layer 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/ ____________________________________________________________________ (Photo Credit – Myself) Part Three The senior medic quickly stepped
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
The road was beyond slippery. The anti-skids on the car went in and out of activating. The duel between chaos and control continued for a
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
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
Dr. Clive Crawley has made quite a splash – a less charitable person might say, a colossal ass of himself – with his presentation at
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
I cannot express how conflicted I used to feel. As if things were happening on their own. As if my presence did not make any
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 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
Miranda opens her eyes to a blur of shapes surrounding her. She feels damp all over and the cool temperature in the room causes her
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We turned into an alley, better described as a vortex, crackling with motion. A soup of crashing noise; the crass, flashing signs – and that
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
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
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
“What’s love got to do with it?” Shara said, as she slashed through the thick underbrush of the jungle with her machete that was almost
I named the spider Billy. I was supposed to kill him—sacrifice is the term in the experimental protocol—after the experiment was complete, but I didn’t
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
May Bell Lee walks down the country road, wearing her favorite floral dress and heels. The boys are back from the front and her friend
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
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
Grant Gatzke pointed with a shaking finger. “There’s one. A Pepsi, I think. It’s got that color.” Metallic blue glimmered in the weeds at the
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.
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