Ferris Knight
by Ferris Knight They can’t tell me what day I was admitted, just that it was 71 days ago. So does that make it July 7? I don’t remember. That’s unsurprising, considering. Packing, I took what I thought I needed for what I hoped was a maximum
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By Beryl Stott Mark got off the bus and looked around. The air was soft and sticky, unlike anything he had felt before. The tropics. He was amazed at the lush foliage everywhere, every plant so much bigger and more colourful than he was used to. The driver had unloaded
Tiaan Kulkens
By Tiaan Kulkens A blue too polished to be trusted stretches across the sky, slick and overconfident. It hangs there without a seam or cloud, humming with stillness. The kind of sky that doesn’t blink. Heat clings to the footpath, low and invisible, and the jacket on my back
Beryl Stott
By Beryl Stott The white coated figure moved towards her. It seemed as if he was walking in slow motion. There had been no news for hours and now Gabe Fuller, head of the whole Futureassured project had obviously been called in. This was not a good sign. It suddenly
Melissa King
By Melissa King Cerisse pressed her hands over her ears as the first alarm of the day echoed through the station, the shrieking ghost of a Stuka Siren almost three centuries since the last one was decommissioned. 494 hz rose to 587 hz and fell again; dirty, low frequencies that
Adam Stone
By Adam Stone ‘Hand me the right-handed hammer, will ya Josh?’ Josh hesitates over the toolbox for just a moment, barely long enough to say for sure that he actually considered right versus left-handed hammers. But still, long enough that his boss, Glenn and his chippy guffaw like
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