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Editorial

Dan Hollifield

The Senior Editor's usual rants about whatever…


Serialised stories and Long Fiction

The Tree Wife
Michele Korr
The ancient beech is in flames, as foretold by ancient prophecy. Mae, the village seer and Tree Wife gazes upon her husband's destruction, knowing that only by following her husband in death can she save her village. But first she must find another to take her place.

Western World
Sonny Meadows
On a world which is basically a habitable waste dump, everyone's dream is the same—to get off the planet forever.

Nightwatch: Alconost
Martin Delgado-Scott
A crazed poet and a secret from the past lead Dr. Simon Litchfield on a race to stop a coming terror.

A new shared universe series: Nightwatch, under the direction of Jeff Williams.

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Short Stories

Beyond Sapiens
Noel Carroll
I hate putting this down on electronic paper because, in doing so, I concede failure for the first time in my short life. At the time of this recording, I am nineteen years old. I suppose I should also state that I am the biological mother of hundreds of children, all under two years of age.

In the Blink of an Eye
D.J. Burnham
In the world of modern commerce and business, Brent Black was unequalled. He was the Prince of Exploitation and the King of Opportunity. Then, his luck changed…

In The Land of Lexykon Corp.
Kathleen Vesi
If Fox News were to obtain ownership of the words "Fair and Balanced" where would it end? It would not end until we reached the land of Lexykon Corporation.

Within a Thousand Years
Terry Dartnall
He was hitching on the Einfart, the feed-in road. It's illegal, but everyone does it. The cops clear away the travellers but they reappear as soon as the cops have gone. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and he looked incongruous, standing there in the sleet and rain. He had a fuzzy beard that sparkled with rainwater. That should have given me a presentiment, but it didn’t. We’d come a long way that morning and we were tired.

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Poetry and Filk Music

A Cool Breeze
Patsy Jenkins

Creation
Gary William Crawford

If You go Hunting Dragons…
Iain Muir

On a Frozen Planet
John Grey

Just one night
Rev Theresa Jackson

Taunting the Sea
Steven Utley

The Unborn God
David A. Olsen

Wreck
Steven E McDonald

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Articles and features

The Pollwatchers!
Cary Semar
Cary Semar turns his eye towards the political scene…

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