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Tales From the Venia Woods

Tales From the Venia Woods - story

Robert Silverberg

This all happened a long time ago, in the early decades of the Second Republic, when I was a boy growing up in Upper Pannonia. Life was very simple then, at least for us.  We…

None So Blind

None So Blind - story

Joe Haldeman

It all started when Cletus Jefferson asked himself “Why aren’t all blind people geniuses?” Cletus was only 13 at the time, but it was a good question, and he would work on it for 14…

Guest of Honor

Guest of Honor - story

Robert Reed

One of the robots offered to carry Pico for the last hundred meters, on its back or cradled in its padded arms; but she shook her head emphatically, telling it, “Thank you, no. I can…

Second Skin

Second Skin - story

Paul McAuley

The transport, once owned by an outer system cartel and appropriated by Earth’s Pacific Community after the Quiet War, ran in a continuous, ever-changing orbit between Saturn, Uranus and Neptune. It never docked. It mined…

Lambing Season

Lambing Season - story

Molly Gloss

From May to September Delia took the Churro sheep and two dogs and went up on Joe-Johns Mountain to live.  She had that country pretty much to herself all summer.  Ken Owen sent one of…

Coming of Age in Karhide

Coming of Age in Karhide - story

Ursula Le Guin

    SOV THADE TAGE EM EREB, OF RER IN KARHIDE, ON GETHEN I live in the oldest city in the world. Long before there were kings in Karhide, Rer was a city, the marketplace…

10 to the 16 to 1

10 to the 16 to 1 - story

James Patrick Kelly

  But the best evidence we have that time travel is not possible, and never will be, is that we have not been invaded by hordes of tourists from the future.                                                                               Stephen Hawking,…

The Day By Day Mosque

The Day By Day Mosque - story

Mortada Gzar

This vinegar is exactly ninety-nine years old, if the calculations I jotted down on my calendar of motivational quotes are correct, because the perfume was produced exactly a week before the enormous concrete head of…

The Universe of Things

The Universe of Things - story

Gwyneth Jones

The alien parked its car across the street and came and sat down in the waiting room. He must have seen this happen, peripherally. But he was busy settling the bill with a middle-aged woman…

The Last Osama

The Last Osama - story

Lavie Tidhar

I was riding through the lowlands, the horse’s hooves scattering dry dust into the air. An inflamed red sun hovered on the horizon like a damaged eye, leaking tears of yellow and blue and tendrils…