by Kristine Kathryn Rusch | Aug 18, 2012 |
I found out about the shooting in the midnight showing of The Dark Knight Rises about twelve hours after it happened. I overheard someone mention it on the local radio station, so I logged onto a news website, saw the story, and burst into tears. Mass shootings are...
by David Dingwall | Aug 12, 2012 |
“Mister D’Arcy, will you stop badgering me? “I have absolutely nothing more to add—I’ve said more than enough already in court, and have absolutely no idea what the final verdict will be. “I’m tired, and it’s been a long day,...
by Iver P. Cooper | Aug 9, 2012 |
In Part Two, I set forth the criteria for an airship engine, briefly discussed some of the options, and explained the advantages and disadvantages of the internal combustion engine. Now we’ll examine the principal alternative, steam propulsion. Small...
by Ronald Ferguson | Aug 8, 2012 |
“What’d ya hear, Doc?” “Just you, asshole. Give me a break.” I didn’t mind that the hulking Jenkins called me Doc instead of Doctor Meyers—well, not much—but that was the third time in the last ten minutes that he had interrupted to...
by Garrett W. Vance | Aug 2, 2012 |
Chapter Sixty: Evolving Pam Miller was in trouble, the greatest trouble of her life, old or new. Since her sleepy, West Virginia small town's startling move through space-time to seventeenth-century Germany, she had seen and done things the average middle-aged...
by Rainer Prem | Aug 2, 2012 |
Chapter 4: The Foot, the Bed and the Ceremony Jagdschloss of the Duke of Sachsen-Eisenach Marksuhl, Thuringia March 27, 1634 Maximiliane von Pasqualini awoke, and everything was different. She had never in her conscious life woken up huddled to another body....
by Gorg Huff | Aug 1, 2012 |
“No, no, Johan,” Bucky Carpenter croaked. “It’s Wabash, not Vabisch.” Johan Faber, the Johan most of the Old Folks’ Band called “little weedy Johan who lives in the attic,” shook his head at the old man. Bucky...
by Kerryn Offord | Aug 1, 2012 |
Travemünde, April 1635 George Watson poked his head out of the water and scouted out the lay of the land. Ahead of him was the landing stage. All that lay between it and him was the main deep-water channel of the river. There was a ship sailing up-stream,...
by Thomas Richardson | Aug 1, 2012 |
The Patel residence Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India January, 1999 “If Miami is out, what about Atlanta? Or Dallas?” Sumitra Patel asked in Gujarati. Bhaskar Patel shook his head. “We don’t even need to check our computer. Thar Textiles...
