All That Litters: a short story by GF Willmetts.
We had most of the theory of teleportation sorted out before we sent something through. Obviously, something inorganic first and then worked our…
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We had most of the theory of teleportation sorted out before we sent something through. Obviously, something inorganic first and then worked our…
‘You’re going to make the sun disappear, just like that?’ ‘Is that a problem?’ ‘I think people will notice. Darkness. Break in orbit.…
Tourist spots in the past get over-subscribed. You would think people would want to see Christ do some of his miracles, which the…
‘Hello, Alfred.’ ‘Hello, Cathlynn. How are you today?’ ‘I’m fine. Could be I’m on a winning streak.’ She looked around the casino. The…
The pathologist pulled the sheet back from the dead woman on the slab and consulted her pad. Identity unknown. Stabbed through the chest.…
There are many turning points in our history. The one thing that probably beat them all was the discovery of an alien textbook…
I am FAK, pronounced ‘Fa-act’, not like the swear word, although there were sniggers in the white room the first week, which I…
We live in a world where we really don’t know anyone anymore. Not your neighbours. Not even the people at work. They’re there…
Trouble spots tended never to look like trouble when she arrived, Sara Seeker surveyed the scene. Like a lot of Psionics, she disliked…
‘I’m glad I spiked her for this meal’, Sara Seeker said quietly to the statuesque Libertine Rush, Baroness Samedi, sitting opposite her in…
‘Ms Seeker… I was just thinking of calling you…’ ‘No mindreading; one of the farsighters just told me you’d be here and could…
The first Loop appeared outside my city. The structure was massive, spanning several acres and reaching high into the sky. It contained a…