Erratic readings: that was Donaldson’s story since being brought in with a mysterious pathogen
Erratic readings: that was Donaldson’s story since being brought in with a mysterious pathogen
This once-flourishing farm community, wasting away —
Resorting to superstitious custom.
Disgusting.
Their only physical evidence was the crazed bust that once topped her tombstone —
inexplicably smashed; curious, but insufficient.
“Gentlemen,” VanKirk declared, “since you insist, you may exhume my daughter. I sincerely doubt you will find her. . . a vampire.”
Preposterous.
A (more or less) routine investigation ends in a flash. . .
A tale about how the mind can play tricks. . .
Shoemaker’s so lucky; his elves help.
A tuna boat meets with something strange. . .
“Say again?” Phil’s composure cracked; surely the editor was joking. “This manuscript is the product of infertile imagination.” Phil darkened. He’d worked. Slaved. “Look,” the editor seemed cagey. Nervous. “It’s overtaxed with adverbs, cliches, common tropes-” Weak. Thwack! Phil grinned, enjoying the sound of a … Continue reading Falling Through
Shooter paused with his finger on a button; he’d reached the balance point, planning to fire the projectiles he’d hauled so far. He waited as the targeting system crunched out trajectories that would carry each payload to its target. Only one of these blue specks … Continue reading A Case for Xenocide
Harrison was months in research analyzing his fruitless attempts; was it his translation?
He was convinced there was no egress from this nightmare of corridors. Minutes ago Mehtab had stood on the roof, overlooking a yard encircled by hoarding and floodlights, and could actually see the way out to the desert; but naturally it had changed when he descended … Continue reading Egress: Games and Revolutions