Dark Moments

It's So Dark by Stephen Herczeg sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="It's So Dark by Stephen Herczeg" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

It's So Dark by Stephen Herczeg

I wake. It’s dark. So dark. My bed is tight. Snug on both sides. I reach up. There’s something a few inches above me. It’s hard, but covered in soft...

It's So Dark by Stephen Herczeg

I wake. It’s dark. So dark. My bed is tight. Snug on both sides. I reach up. There’s something a few inches above me. It’s hard, but covered in soft...

The Rich, The Poor And When Earth's Time Is Up by Aditya Deshmukh sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="The Rich, The Poor And When Earth's Time Is Up by Aditya Deshmukh" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

The Rich, The Poor And When Earth's Time Is Up ...

An ashamed sun drags itself up the smoky horizon. Humongous spaceships, built only for the rich, are leaving. The rich ones, the bright ones, the so-called pillars of the society,...

The Rich, The Poor And When Earth's Time Is Up ...

An ashamed sun drags itself up the smoky horizon. Humongous spaceships, built only for the rich, are leaving. The rich ones, the bright ones, the so-called pillars of the society,...

The Hot Bunk by Shawn M. Klimek sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="The Hot Bunk by Shawn M. Klimek" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

The Hot Bunk by Shawn M. Klimek

Lieutenant Kent ached. His leaden eyelids fluttered as he struggled to focus on the faces above him. “How are you feeling, Lieutenant?” asked Doctor Horn. “Dying,” Kent croaked. “The symbiote...

The Hot Bunk by Shawn M. Klimek

Lieutenant Kent ached. His leaden eyelids fluttered as he struggled to focus on the faces above him. “How are you feeling, Lieutenant?” asked Doctor Horn. “Dying,” Kent croaked. “The symbiote...

Quick Salvage by Eddie D. Moore sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Quick Salvage by Eddie D. Moore" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Quick Salvage by Eddie D. Moore

I found the derelict in a degrading orbit around the fourth planet. With more time, I might’ve salvaged the experimental craft, but the computer gave me a forty-five minute window...

Quick Salvage by Eddie D. Moore

I found the derelict in a degrading orbit around the fourth planet. With more time, I might’ve salvaged the experimental craft, but the computer gave me a forty-five minute window...

On the House by Colleen Anderson sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="On the House by Colleen Anderson" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

On the House by Colleen Anderson

Jordan hated everything; wife left him for goddam grooming parlor, boss said he wasn’t meeting his quota. He’d show them quota. He stormed into a bar, each person’s face hidden...

On the House by Colleen Anderson

Jordan hated everything; wife left him for goddam grooming parlor, boss said he wasn’t meeting his quota. He’d show them quota. He stormed into a bar, each person’s face hidden...

The 97-Year-Old Science-Fiction Writer’s Untimely Time-Machine Computer by J. J. Steinfeld sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="The 97-Year-Old Science-Fiction Writer’s Untimely Time-Machine Computer by J. J. Steinfeld" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

The 97-Year-Old Science-Fiction Writer’s Untime...

The 97-year-old science-fiction writer began to type the final paragraph of his latest novel. In mid-sentence, a distinguished-looking gentleman appeared on the computer-monitor, replacing text. “What the hell?” the writer...

The 97-Year-Old Science-Fiction Writer’s Untime...

The 97-year-old science-fiction writer began to type the final paragraph of his latest novel. In mid-sentence, a distinguished-looking gentleman appeared on the computer-monitor, replacing text. “What the hell?” the writer...

Protected Class by Adam S. Furman sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Protected Class by Adam S. Furman" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Protected Class by Adam S. Furman

To the citizens and subjects of the Interplanetary Commonwealth: Because of the abundance of knowledge about the human mind and great strides made in the understandings thereof, the Ministry of...

Protected Class by Adam S. Furman

To the citizens and subjects of the Interplanetary Commonwealth: Because of the abundance of knowledge about the human mind and great strides made in the understandings thereof, the Ministry of...

Nodes and Modes by Beth W. Patterson sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Nodes and Modes by Beth W. Patterson" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Nodes and Modes by Beth W. Patterson

There was no sound in space, but she felt the music of the spheres with her whole body. The starship had been programmed with pre-recorded songs to break the tedium....

Nodes and Modes by Beth W. Patterson

There was no sound in space, but she felt the music of the spheres with her whole body. The starship had been programmed with pre-recorded songs to break the tedium....

A Breath So Sweet by Stephen Coghlan sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="A Breath So Sweet by Stephen Coghlan" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

A Breath So Sweet by Stephen Coghlan

Oh, The Horror! I must escape! I must flee! But sanctuary is so impossibly far. I gag! I gasp! I weep! It is brimstone, It is cadavers, It is lethal...

A Breath So Sweet by Stephen Coghlan

Oh, The Horror! I must escape! I must flee! But sanctuary is so impossibly far. I gag! I gasp! I weep! It is brimstone, It is cadavers, It is lethal...

Expire by Alex Gounaris sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Expire by Alex Gounaris" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Expire by Alex Gounaris

I floated in space, heading for an endless journey through the darkness until I reached my end, my demise. My suit kept me warm, but I felt so cold. I...

Expire by Alex Gounaris

I floated in space, heading for an endless journey through the darkness until I reached my end, my demise. My suit kept me warm, but I felt so cold. I...