Story Excerpts
Nothing I Like to Do Pays Well
by Peter Wood
The Corporate Meeting in the Armpit of the Galaxy
Even seventy-five light-years from Earth, I couldn’t escape corporate briefings and committee meetings. We had a half dozen a week on Zebulon, the moon of a gas giant.
I tried to get comfortable in one of the rickety plastic chairs that should have been replaced a decade ago. I glanced at the faded photos of the Blue Ridge Park-way that covered the walls and wished I was anywhere but here. READ MORE
by Will McIntosh & Matt Mikalatos
Snowflakes hit the windshield and immediately melted, as if they were dying. A few more hours and they’d begin to survive, and bind together. Strength in numbers.
“We don’t know where they will appear this time,” the newscaster on the radio said. “All we know is, they’ll come. As they’ve come every year.” READ MORE