“It’s ruined my garden.” Cheryl complained to her sister, Barbara, while replanting what she could salvage. “This was my only spot in full sun.” She said, the two of them bent on their knees in the shadow of the phallus.… Continue Reading
We wander to the end of the beach, away from the sprawling sunbathers, and sit down on my fraying blue and white striped beach blanket. The turquoise and lilac Cornish sea rolls up the pale fluffy sand, flattening and darkening… Continue Reading
ZANDER STARHAWK: THE MAN BEHIND THE LEGENDarticle by Kaim Scribson (Editor’s note: be sure to subscribe to the Galactic Union Gossip for instant access to every one of our stories via your ocular implant.) It is with some trepidation that… Continue Reading
In the bath last night, he said, “Can I tell you something? Not to freak you out.” I was lying on top of him, sloshing around, so I nodded onto his chest. “I was thinking earlier that the idea of… Continue Reading
For the first time in nearly an hour, the frenetic squeaking in Dr. Ira Melling’s university laboratory fell silent. In a practiced motion, Ira tossed the dead dry-erase marker into a nearby waste bin, plucked a fresh one from his… Continue Reading
In a few minutes, a guy who looks like a younger version of me is going to ask you out. He’s right over there, shooting pool with his friends, and he’s about to remark that he likes your crooked smile.… Continue Reading
The transport entered orbit every third revolution, adding to the planetary waste as reliably as a toilet flush. Looking down upon the steaming refuse piles, I knew at once how it would smell on the surface and brought together the… Continue Reading
A deafening cacophony escaped the kitchen as countless pots and pans crashed to the floor. Andria plugged her ears until the ringing subsided. A high-pitched “Aye aye,” squeaked from her lips. She replaced her fallen utensils and started again. Filling… Continue Reading
Death had buried and forgotten his real name ever since the crucifixion. His students quickly adapted, century after century, to calling him “Mr. Death”. He thought “Dr. Death” sounded too much like a serial killer. On the blackboard in white… Continue Reading
I can’t explain to you what I see. I don’t know what you see when you close your eyes, but when I close mine I see the same thing as when they’re open. Nothing. I don’t think it’s black, or… Continue Reading