By: Wylie Strout Frankie and his mom peer through the den window as they hear a van starting up the driveway with “Excalibur Magic” printed on its side in large letters which glitter wildly in the sun’s rays. Long, stiff, tuxedoed legs…
By: Ruth Deming My name is Hans Ulbrecht. At age eighty-nine I cry myself to sleep every night. I have never married. How could I? My kin would have the DNA of a once-despised Nazi assassin. When I was twenty-two,…
By: Michael C. Keith A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance to your steps as you walk the tightrope of life. –– William Arthur Ward By 2048 it was difficult for urban dwellers to remember or…
By: Miguel Gardel I went back to the ads. After three torturous days, I found something. But I got there too late. Many people had answered the same ad. I rode a bus all the way to West Los Angeles…
By: Michael C. Keith The best cure for insomnia is to get a lot of sleep. –– W.C. Fields The closest we get to sex anymore is sharing the toilet seat, thought Brandon, who’d been spending his nights in the…
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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…