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By Chaz Osburn

B’Nith Mallow, prime assistant of the star cruiser Kinst, was irritated. Everyone on the command deck was aware. Everyone, that is, except for Zarton, the Kinst’s highest ranking officer. He was too busy studying the object on the viewscreen.

“Mr. Mallowwwwwwwwww,” Zarton called out. “Are we in range for lock-on?”

“Commander, must we?...


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The Slum
By Mehreen Ahmed

Bees have stopped pollinating in a while. Queen is dead. Which transpires into a clueless world without hues, sights and scents; flowers, all gone, without this symbiotic relations? In a time like this, I’m pushed off into the farthest boundaries of the seas, because the government knocks down our slum to acquire new land. Land is scarce, and I have been driv...


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By Jared Kimpton

When he was a kid, Samuel cracked open an egg over a sizzling pan. Its insides had seeped out as black-tar yolk, followed by a pale chicken foetus flopping down on the stovetop, its milky eyes bubbling from the heat. He stopped liking eggs after that.

This stench reminded him of that moment.

The egg lay sideways in curls of seaw...


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By Chris Gladstone

Volim entered the Magisterial Council chamber, stepped onto the podium, and bowed. Seated at the huge bench the Chief Magisterial in scarlet robes, flanked by six council members in deep blue cloaks, three females on one side, three males on the other. As members of the Nacirema race, they towered over him. Volim, a Silearsi, four feet tall, felt distinctly...


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By Greg Ballinger

Doctor Carter had just finished replying to his emails, when there was a rapid knocking at his door. “Come in,” he exhaled. “Ah, nurse Ripley.”

“Please, call me Beth, are you busy?” Beth smiled, entering the room.

Carter almost laughed. “Come in, sit down, I could use a break.” Carter took a sip of his coffee, grimaced, then took another. “Drin...


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