Amos was just finishing his coffee when the young Lieutenant approached. “Excuse me sir.” He began. “I’m looking for Professor Addison. Can you help me?” “Almost,” Amos said, as he offered his hand. “I beg your pardon?” the puzzled Navy… Continue Reading
The spanner’s grip was slick. Harper tried to jerk it around and get the hose connection loose, but his hand slid off instead and he swore as the heavy composite wrench spun away in the micro-gravity. He was supposed to… Continue Reading
As promised, we are pleased to present you with another interview–this one from October’s most read author, Ramon Rozas III. Mr. Rozas’ story “Security Question” referenced sci-fi author Ken MacLeod, author of The Execution Channel and the Engines of Light… Continue Reading
Some nights, even on the calmest tides, the men bring the boats in late, and the women of the bay stave off worry a hundred ways, or a thousand, or with a shot of whiskey in a bottomless pot of… Continue Reading
I stack my trousers and shorts on the bank, wade in below the Main Street Bridge, and a carp clamps onto my right leg. I guess carp don’t bite, but this one sucks for all its worth and I think… Continue Reading
The boy, probably ten or so, stood barefoot in cut-off jeans and no shirt. His flip flops were beside his tackle box along with a wadded up t-shirt. As I approached, I saw that he had something on his line.… Continue Reading
One of our goals at Every Day Fiction is to encourage dialogue with our authors. This month, we launched the EDF Forums with that goal in mind, and we also committed to interviewing our most-read authors. In September, thanks to… Continue Reading
Neil gazed at the blue planet’s horizon displayed on the viewer. Many years ago, another Neil had placed the first human foot on earth’s moon. Now history would record another first by a Neil: entering the atmosphere of the ice-giant… Continue Reading
First of all, I should never have married a nympho. But how was I to know in those carefree days of my early twenties that there would ever come a time in which I would think about anything besides sex?… Continue Reading
Lenny Bruce was still balling Josephine Baker in the cloakroom, so Monk had to string out his first set. I didn’t mind. Patience is the only virtue a bounty hunter like me needs. Che, the bartender, leaned over and poured… Continue Reading