The Virtual World

Scientists and technological innovators predict that sometime in the near future, devices and various interfaces will have progressed to the point…


Stop the ZuckerBot 3000!

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and not in any way intended to portray the actual Facebook founder, Mark Zuckerberg, who may or may not…


Who Am I?, Part 1

I. Yvonne Jones walked into the motel room where she lived in the San Fernando Valley. She just had a date and was flush with cash. She bought a…


Unlocked Secret

It was by a pure chance we set foot into that café. We---my best friend Trish and me--- were tired and thirsty, having walked the streets of that…


Wavelength, Part 4

XIV. Adolf was already waiting outside the art-house cinema box office when I arrived. He looked smaller than I remembered, and, on his own, without…


30 Birds: “That Time a Toucan Was in Our Backyard/The Very First Thing I Can Remember” by John Robert Barnes

The road in front mirrored the sky above, wide and flat and empty horizon to horizon. I don’t remember much but the ruckus. It was a hot day, a sunny…


Walk

Each morning, I wake an hour before my alarm, and residual weariness keeps me in bed until it goes off, but the worry of missing it makes me roll…


Father Dylan Saves the World

Dylan was going to save the world. It was just a matter of showing people he could. No one was going to do it, so he would have to. He sat in the…


Lauren Does London

London’s streets sound with a neverending torrent of rain. On this particular spring evening, the pale, washed-out sun does nothing to alleviate the…


A Letter from the Other Side

Joanna was a poet, the most poetic poet I ever met. She wrote poetry, very good poetry at that; she was recognised as the best Polish poet of her…