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Story: Warp

By: Sri Ram The two capsules, 6 feet long and 2 feet wide, kept next to each other, on the floor of the advanced cryostasis chamber were open already. Marks of wet footsteps on the floor ran from the tail…

Story: Curse

By: Sri Ram The midnight looked ignited with slight snow outside, yet, Penelope could not sleep on her cot. She tried music for some time, Stephen King for some more, rose up from bed and walked within the four walls,…

Story: Lamps of Love

By: Raymond Greiner Jim Fletcher has been an archeological researcher for twenty years, sponsored by university grants and government funded research teams. His office is in his home. His laboratory is strewn with artifacts, and a variety of ancient stone…

Story: Jupiter Hill

By: Gaither Stewart The atmosphere was still peculiar and elusive, emanating a magical incantation he hadn’t fully perceived in his youth here. Nonetheless and despite doubts generated by personal experience, he felt that life was triumphing. Optimistic thoughts ran through…

Story: Confession

By: Sri Ram “So you can’t come early today, post noon?” Rosy asked Roger, her sweet husband. “Honey, I am going on business. I will be coming late in the evening. What do you want me to bring home, when…

Story: Petunia, Under the Sun

By: Wylie Strout “You forgot your smile,” says the cashier. Constant indigestion. Constant chewing. No one approaches, anymore. Worlds of people living behind closed doors. Hiding from the air; hiding from the sun. Petunia locks the car doors. Heading home after…

Story: Alien

By: Sri Ram Paul, a 5 year old kid and Ben, a 7 year old were both playing the game of planes. They had exchanged their boeing toys, which had wheels and wings exactly the same way, most airports, that…

Story: The Impostor

By: Lindsay Boyd “What did you come here for?” The edge in Amisha’s delivery when she recognised my voice at the end of the line and posed her baffling question was a new note when directed at me, but not by…

Story: Last One Standing

By: Michael C. Keith Being alone is very difficult. –– Yoko Ono At 70 years of age Eugene Bickford wondered if he’d be the first to go. At 80 he had seen several friends and two relatives die. At 90…

Story: The Last Lawn Party

By: Ruth Z. Deming The Greenbaums lived in a large stone- front ranch house in Weirton, West Virginia. Papa had emigrated from Vienna, well before the worst of the Jewish purges, graduated from medical school at Case Western Reserve across the…