Why I Hate the Seaside by E.J. Tett
Jay was laughing and waving to us as we watched from the beach, telling us how nice the water was and that we should go and join him.
That was the last we heard from him. I remember protesting...
Zodiac Eclipse – Negotiation by Thaddeus White
The twenty hexapod robots, twin pulse cannons still trained on Gertrude, Brasidas and the others, began scuttling slowly towards the compound. The War Dogs shepherded the human pirates through the...
Report on the Testing of PK563217M by Martin Owton
Background
PK563217M is a highly selective ligand for the dopamine D7 receptor, Ki 4.2nM at the cloned human receptor. GTP gamma S binding...
Darkness Falls by Thaddeus White
It was Eclipse Day, and Archer Grey would become the first man in Nereid history to witness two total solar eclipses. Frankly, he couldn’t see what the fuss was about. The moon passed over the...
Zodiac Eclipse – A Warm Welcome by Thaddeus White
Brasidas was waiting for her at Nephros.
“Congratulations on your first kill for The Sun Dancer,” he told her.
She tossed him the maldrive and resisted the urge to test her...
The Gypsy by Nathan Hystad
It was 1983, and we were on a trip to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. My buddy George and I drove the six hours from Dallas to the French Quarter in my – 76 Chevy Nova. We were excited to party it...
Zodiac Eclipse – Distress by Thaddeus White
She opened her eyes, and the whole world was different. Her ocular implant depicted a clinic painted in psychedelic hues of deep purples and bright oranges.
Reminds me of the time I tried...
The Moon and her Maiden by Juliana S Mills
Do you see that little star, just by that big, blinking one? Yes, I know the blinking thing is a plane, but there, right by it, see? So small, so lost in the sky. A new star. It was in...
Zodiac Eclipse – Rebirth by Thaddeus White
Gertrude awoke, and screamed.
A stranger, a doctor, she guessed by his old-fashioned white coat, slapped her twice across the face.
“Keep your damned mouth shut,” he told her.
Heavy...
Strong Arms to Hold by Jo Zebedee
Waddling. That’s one of the things no one told me. I bet they were lying about everything else, too – that it wouldn’t hurt and an epidural is a piece of cake.
I followed Ken down the...