The ocean here is wrong. When I complain about it, they tell me it’s because the atmosphere is different. Thinner, with an exotic composition that carries soundwaves differently from back home. I think it’s more than that. For one thing,… Continue Reading
Something hit the hull and it was loud. Just moments ago, we were on a routine flight around the station. Now we’ve stopped. The stirring started immediately, a quaking sensation rattling through the length of the ship. Systems were working… Continue Reading
Chester couldn’t help being a Peeping Tom. This impulse would come over him and swoosh: up into a tree he went. He had never been caught, so he never had to answer for seeing Sara Beth’s bare shoulders, or Parker… Continue Reading
“Leave me alone, freak. I’m not breaking any laws.” The man in the formidable-looking space suit was manipulating a disc of flexible black material the size of Rhode Island. “Technically, no. Maybe littering. What exactly do you think you’re doing… Continue Reading
“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
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
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
As line after line of code scrolled up the little screen, Miles felt the weight of Ken’s hand on the back of his chair. “What did you want to show me? Carol’s retirement party starts in 15 minutes. Gloria’s is… Continue Reading