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Cemetery World
Kurt Heinrich
Hyatt
Serving as engineer on a rustbucket hauling caskets from the planet Morbus to the cemetery world Quan-Lan wasn't the worst job
Radner had ever had, but it was probably the strangest. And he had the feeling there was something else going on
there…
China Express
George Schaade
Jack was one of the first outsiders to be allowed into China in decades, supposedly due to lingering effects of a spectacular
nuclear meltdown. The truth behind the stories turned out to be something beyond belief.
Here's One for Mr.
Serling
P. B. Hampton
Remember the good old days of television sci-fi, when special effects were absent (or crude) but the scripts were clever? Well,
sit back and enjoy this visit to…The Zero Zone.
Holo, Grammy
Richard Tornello
In a world where trivial offenses lead to lengthy prison sentences, and the elderly are sent to special communities (which, oddly,
never allow visitors), Peter and his Grandmother managed to form a special bond — via two-way hologram communications.
Oceans
Branden Szabo
Life on Ayva Island was civilized to a fault — causing offense to anyone through speech, action, or inaction was
unacceptable. But there was nowhere else to go — was there?.
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Please Don't Cut the Rope,
Mister
Peter Adamakakis
He spent his days letting fed-up parents' children drift out on the river on floating platforms, then hauling them back in
when the parents were ready to reclaim them. The rest of his life was equally uninspiring, and there was nothing better on the
horizon. It was enough to make a man do something desperate…
Super-Feud
P. F. White
A cow wanders off its owner's land and damages a neighbor's corn field, leading to an escalating feud. Oh — did I
mention that the cow weighs nine tonnes and the farmers have super-powers?
The New Kultur
Ian Cordingley
Michel had survived the trench warfare of the Great War, with its poison gas and genetically-engineered saber toothed tigers. More
than fifty years later, he would find that genetics could create horrors of another kind.
They — It's Always
They
Damian Delao
Nobody knew what the creatures hunting the scattered survivors of their invasion of Earth called themselves. Nobody had come up
with a nickname that stuck. But when one man cried "They killed my son," and another wailed "They took
my wife," there was never any doubt who They were…
Unmarked By The Malachim
McCamy Taylor
The Malachim were, depending on whom you asked, aliens or angels. All anyone knew for sure was that being chosen and marked them
meant that your life would never be the same.
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