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self control

Self Control

It was just how the world worked: you get to time travel, but do you end up chatting with Cleopatra? No, you end up back at the same coffee shop where four years of deadlines slithered through your fingers.


Your Minute Starts Now

Your Minute Starts Now

It was no secret: the student body considered the experiment fast cash - sign up and strap in for a quick fifty before heading to the bars. Hangovers were often called Leglums. Leglum didn't mind.


genocide blonde

Genocide Blonde

The end of the world wasn't zombies. Actually, she was a blonde.


Returning to the past to hunt an Irish elk

Endangered species

They're offering a million pounds to send a hunting party back in time... another million if they return with a head.


slug

Slug Time

And then Deenah was the slug. She was still Deenah, but her arms and legs were gone and the petri dishes looked like mountains.


books

Love in Balance

Their anniversary was due and so was the rent. Despite this, Serani had spent the entire morning with Dickens instead of working.


armageddon tourists

The Jesus Particle

The end of the world is never exactly the same twice - try explaining that to a bunch of Armageddon tourists...


old books

The Bio-Documentarian of the British Library

The British Library was a derelict structure located next to a disused railway terminal. Apparently people once decoded symbols placed on paper. How strange, thought Alphonse.


DNA sequence

The Animal Within

It's true what they say: never work with children or animals. Of course, they aren't usually referring to Trichoplax, the small, flattened half-animal, half-...thing?


Tenure Track

Life's too short? For Martin, it seems too long. An epistolary science-fiction story.


Songs of a Dead Earth

For one moment, close to the end, it seemed the Earth might be saved, at least in part.


Rust Night

He stood outside the stockade wall and watched the flames spread across the orchard, smoke staining the orange night sky. He threw back his head and howled, then flung the disc into the fire.


The Trouble With QWERTY

Laptops can become your best friend and even develop their own personalities. But what if they had a voice and a mind of their own?


The Silence

It was meant to be a nonviolent weapon of war, an alternative to killing. But you know what they say about good intentions...


The Parachute

The Parachute

I met him under the swirling colours of a giant parachute, but lost him not long afterward. Could a mysterious Shanghai merchant hold the key to bringing him back?