MY SACRIFICE • by Jens Blue
It was raining the day I met myself for the first time. I opened the door, and there I was, standing in the rain with my hair plastered to my head. I appeared to have grown about fourteen or fifteen… Continue Reading
It was raining the day I met myself for the first time. I opened the door, and there I was, standing in the rain with my hair plastered to my head. I appeared to have grown about fourteen or fifteen… Continue Reading
At first it was just an animal trace, barely discernible to the naked eye. But soon it turned into a dirt trail, a country road, a superhighway and a stellar warp-lane. Ian Bailey, a Nundle Koala from north of Sydney,… Continue Reading
A momentary absence of pain. Rationality separates from context. A quiet moment, a slow breath. Enough time to settle, then the bottom falls out. Shadows on the walls. Realspace asserts itself. Spheres resolve themselves into buoys and entry markers. The… Continue Reading
Everyone has a secret fear, and Rutherford’s is this: for the minute it matters most, he won’t be looking. Rutherford has a government job. He works on the 19th floor of Building 209. He’s in a special projects division of… Continue Reading
On this first wondrous day of planetfall we danced and sang and drank (perhaps too much) and had all the stars and the gods to thank for bringing our ship to this place: New Earth. On this eleventh day of… Continue Reading
The man blurred into existence behind the dense shrubs, and checked a small device he took from his pocket. Since time and date seemed correct, he straightened his sports coat and stepped from behind the bushes. College students in rugby… Continue Reading
The incessant buzz forced me out of a comfortable reverie under the aircraft’s wing. I hated being disturbed but there was always the possibility some errant rattlesnake had crawled out of the New Mexico desert. Glancing around in all directions… Continue Reading
It waited there in the field not zero, twixt mathematical probabilities and uncertainty principles, inert; but able to catalyze a thing that could neither be created nor destroyed. Teetering on the brink of creation it waited, for other particles to… Continue Reading
Standing in line with the other children, Dee clutched her stuffed bear and hid her face in its warm fur. Her other hand squeezed her mother’s fingers. The Moderator blew smoke from its pit in the ground. Its blue metallic… Continue Reading
So you want to know why I want to take root? I came home from Iraq missing three pounds, eight ounces of flesh from my right arm and leg, and unable to sleep more than three hours a night. The… Continue Reading