By Bill Gusky Old Sam was dead. I found him laying on the floor by the cooking pit. He didn’t move or shimmer. The blue and green filigrees of his warty skin had gone sallow. He felt cold. We’d bee...

By Marlaina Cockcroft Gardening is killing the plants you don’t want, so you try not to kill the plants you do want, Ruth thought for the hundredth time. She suppressed a groan, rubbed her back aga...

By Amanda Cecelia Lang You jerk awake in the back row of the ancient Rialto Theater and gag on the fistful of popcorn crammed inside your mouth. Something metallic clicks against your teeth. Chokin...

By Voodoo Salad “You hide a Sun-powered device in darkness—only if you want to know when it is brought out into the light. In other words, the monolith may be some kind of alarm. And we have trigge...