Anderson Miles felt an extraordinary connection to the Earth from the day he was born. As soon as he could, he asked his parents if this was normal. “Enjoy your life,” his father answered. “Live in the present or you’ll… Continue Reading
ManFred gave a victory hoot as he watched the crawl at the bottom of the screen. Subway riders to drop pants in global event. There it was on CNN. Next Friday at noon, the world would see the largest display… Continue Reading
The baby doll and the teddy bear had been placed side by side on the unmade bed. The doll was wearing a tattered dress, once pink, but with grass and mud stains which Ruth’s washing had failed to remove. She… Continue Reading
As a child, our son Timothy told his teachers he was adopted. During adolescence, he wailed in misery, certain that his best friends had moved away. By age twenty, Timothy’s grief sank into glum desolation, and he would lie on… Continue Reading
I drove the Hudson downtown early to check on the store, as I did every Sunday since the robberies started — Kansas City thugs breaking into small town stores at night and cleaning them out. At first everything seemed to… Continue Reading
It started with a bend in a piece of metal, followed by the most exciting phrase a scientist can hear in a lab. “Well, that was odd…” At the same time most of the scientists didn’t hear it, mostly because… Continue Reading
So, she’s out for the night with her gal pals when she runs into Peter. On the street, just walking past. It’s been years — many years — since they last saw each other. A lot of water’s flowed under… Continue Reading
Listen to “The It Girl” by Richard J. Dowling, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Richard J. Dowling was born in England but now lives in Northern Spain. His stories have also appeared in Quantum Muse and Antipodean SF and he… Continue Reading
Victor didn’t hear the music anymore. Not with his ears, at least; they’d quit on him a long while back. More recently the fleshy seashells that people called ears had dropped off, first the right, then the left. Victor pulled… Continue Reading
Maddy had no mouth, though she had teeth. She could never let The Master know. Safer to euthanize her freedom, keep the lie on life support. Long lashes, anime eyes, wiggling nose. Cleavage almost, but not quite, revealing the areola.… Continue Reading