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  • ACC was right

    ACC was right

    Nothing can be in two places at the same time or in two times at the same place. The first seems obvious to us. The second is guaranteed by the expansion of the universe and the fact that every planet, every star, every galaxy in the universe is constantly moving. Here won’t be here tomorrow.Read More › about ACC was right

  • I am Sorrow

    I am Sorrow

    One more year — I told Devon that’s all we needed. I was so sure that working together we would find the key to prolong the reaction. But Devon doubted. His allowance consumed and the debts mounting, his pride could not abide the shame of failure. Even though I told him it did not matterRead More › about I am Sorrow

  • Worse Monsters

    Worse Monsters

    The loose wrappings at my wrist and neck flutter like flags of war in the wind. Hand over hand I turn and face the rocky wall of the precipice. I have to pull up; but my sinews do not remember how. I look down again and wonder if that too will be my end. (ThisRead More › about Worse Monsters

  • The Return of Rahab

    The Return of Rahab

    “Cuneiform?” Air Marshall James Garrett of the Royal Australian Air Force bristled as his eyes swept through that roomful of alliance cryptologists. In the end, he just hung his head and muttered. “Why the hell would a technologically advanced civilisation, centuries ahead of our own, store their classified data in cuneiform?” (This story was firstRead More › about The Return of Rahab

  • Hydra

    Hydra

    A backpack full of flashbangs, a loudspeaker, and a road flare; those are my weapons? ‘He knows best’ is not the most rational answer. But I guess I left the domain of the rational a few thousand miles ago. One more door before me. I no longer cringe at the moaning hinges. (This story wasRead More › about Hydra

  • Livingstone

    Livingstone

    “Her name was Hope.” My words spread puzzlement over her flawless features. “You won’t remember her.” Incomprehension stills her full lips in mid word and then we tumble over the edge together. This story first appeared in AntipodeanSF Issue 265, Oct. 2020.