Dusty detours through the nuclear-blasted wastes of Los Alamos, savagery and lust in a virtual Jurassic Park, drug-dealing revolutionaries, mysterious mimes, imaginative idiots, and the beginning of the end of the Information Age... it's all here, as past and future collide in our current collection of fiction from G.W. Thomas, George Case, Jason C. C. Teague, Eric Schallenberg, Peter Damien Bellis, Ron Torrence, and M.J. Murphy.

			The only apparent survivor of a worldwide plague, a lonely black girl confronts humanity's past and future in this short piece by G.W. Thomas. > read it

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				"This is a future history," says George Case, of his first published novel Silence Descends: The End of the Information Age, 2000-2500. Detailing the collapse of contemporary society, Case constructs a history that we have yet to experience. It's the end of the world as we know it. In this excerpt, Case describes the catastrophic events that spell the doom of the Information Society.   > read it

			when the revolution came... Jason C2 Teague From The History of the New State, 2043 Edition. "...few of the heroes of the Revolution of 2019 stand out as brightly as Julian Aaron. Although his role as an early leader in the revolution thrust him into the front line of the struggle, there is little doubt that no other individual could have fulfilled his destiny. His bravery in the face of martyrdom streaks as a legend across our history..." > read it

t r i n i t y eric schallenberg

I scratch my fingers down her sides and she starts to quiver. Breath flows through her unevenly. I hold her tighter and bite. Rusty coils squeak. Bodies stretch, bodies shift, and she grabs the back of my head again, presses it closer to her, breathes louder and I claw deeper into her flesh. Culminate. I am become Death, the shatterer of Worlds. > read it

b l u e h e n r y Peter Damian Bellis ...he could see the unaware Mr. Cavanaugh grease-dusting the countryside in a black I-talian two-seater, a convertible, cloth covered seats, also black, the hum of the engine drifting up through the air, the smell of gasoline, of metal, then a crcrcrcraaaackckck, the body stiffening, lurching forward, the automobile lurching forward also, then the body tumbling to the bloodblackening ground... > read it

A R C A D E Ron Torrence The mime held up crossed fingers then rushed me to the Gladiator's Tent. In subdued light a muscular torso with broad shoulders postured as if just risen to lead. But clutched in the crook of his arm like a football was the Gladiator's head. > read it

i ate my girl at dinosaur world m.j. murphy The kill got my adrenalin going a little, but otherwise did nothing for me. A Corythosuar was like one of the Mall People, a computer-controlled drone meant to add atmosphere and provide the paying customers with something soft to sharpen their claws on. But I had visited Dinosaur World many times and I needed something beyond the Toddler Level. My ambition and my pride demanded more lethal animals, controlled by skilled human minds. > read it

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