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January 12, 2014
Issue #10 is now available for download. Just right-click on the cover image and select the save file option.
SUN AND POISON
by Zachary Woodard
is someone breathing.
I jump upright. It
is too dark, I can’t see in the thin hallway, and I begin
scrambling for my headlamp. I try to calm myself and think. Did I
wake up because I heard a noise? Did one of them break in? They
breathe, though I don’t think they have to. Like a vestigial trait,
or simply out of habit.
I am cursing. I
know I left the headlamp next to my bed, but—there! I fasten it on,
click once, twice, a third time to put it on a steady beam and
suddenly there is a spot of dim light on my pillow. I turn around and
see nothing; the light does not shine far enough ahead, and the
hallway is little more than a black maw that absorbs the light and
hides horrors behind it. I am shaking.
by Brandon Crilly
In addition to the
hiss of escaping air, light mist whooshed from the cylinder as the
lid was removed. Bryant waited for the mist to dissipate so he could
see what was inside.
A single ice cube
rested at the bottom. Bryant lifted it out between his thumb and
forefinger. The cube was imperfect, having partially dissolved before
it was preserved. He looked at it more closely and realized there
were flecks of brown liquid dotting its surface; the cube had been in
someone’s glass. Bryant couldn’t begin to imagine how it had
survived long enough to make it inside the cylinder.
was what he was looking for. This
by D.M. Anderson
is relentless and painful. We force new Creeps to go cold turkey from
day one, but it’s more than simply filling their mouths with worms,
bugs or maggots to quell the pain. Most new Creeps don’t even make
it out of Nightmare Alley…too far gone. Others emerge from that
hellhole thinking they’re cured, only to revert back to their
animal selves the second they run out of earthworms. The goal is to
kill the urge for live flesh altogether, which is a different kettle
of fish. It involves retraining the head. Being dead, we obviously
don’t need to eat, but convincing the brain otherwise takes
by Geoff Nelder
the dot of four hours Chang woke with one thought.
looked up from her console. “The miracle of sleep.”
this is momentous. We’re well into the twenty-second century and
have probed into the Goldilocks zone of a million systems with
nothing coming back.”
waved her hands. “So, here it is and they’re trying to smash
just one pokey little asteroid?”
THE BORGIA KISS
by Kurt Heinrich Hyatt
emerged from the night. Valery felt a forearm encircle her throat
from behind, choking her. She struggled, clawing for air.
“You take the
chinkette, Radnor, I’ll have this little blonde. Damn, she’s a
Valery tore at the
muscular arm choking her, flashes of red before her vision. In
desperation she forced her chin down and sank her teeth into the
Suddenly she was
alone on her hands and knees on the wet deck. Coughing, she looked up
to see her assailant lying face down beside her. With disbelief she
watched Jinghua calmly thrust a knife into the belly of the second
assailant and jerk it upwards, disemboweling him.
by Edward J. McFadden III
As the officer
paused on the landing, and before he could gain leverage on him, Seth
fell backward, ramming all his weight into the officer, and slamming
him into the concrete wall. The man gasped as the air rushed from his
lungs, and Seth pulled free the nerve-snarler wand and spun the cop
around, pinning his face to the wall. His twenty years of marital
arts training had served him well.
“Release me now
and you and I can forget about this,” said the officer, as he
struggled to get free, but Seth had the man’s arms twisted behind
his back, and as he squirmed to get free, the pain increased.
“They’ll put you away for this!”
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