The Animal Of My Animal… a short story by: GF Willmetts.
It should never have happened but it did. I mean, why arm animals? Back in the old days, you go out with a…
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It should never have happened but it did. I mean, why arm animals? Back in the old days, you go out with a…
Scobie looked at herself in the shop window. Still a rabbit, even after a second trip in a shape-changing time machine. She played…
A road of gold. A city of verdigris. A nearby forest. Flanolla Scobie thought she was in Wonderland and looked around for the…
I might have mentioned in passing over the years that I don’t particularly like fantasy, mostly because it’s so easy to cheat and…
Flanolla Scobie didn’t even bother to look as she crossed the road. She also ignored the chaos of the various horse-driven traffic behind…
I don’t know how many times that I’ve watched the footage. Digital preservation ensured it survived the centuries. An alien object was spotted…
I looked down at the fallen landscape that once upon a time I would have called my home planet Earth. What was a…
From space, our Earth looks a delightful blue from the oceans with a touch of green from the vegetation. It doesn’t show the…
You know how it is. People think werewolves are monsters. They even fortified the myths against us. As if we need a full…
I am Schrödinger’s ghost. Well, not really him but his living theory. I got hit by a car and an inch from having…
‘For a reality that isn’t stanya…stable, it’s lasting a long time’, MacKensie commented, watching Callane Oberon eat her diet of grubs. Her knack…
I studied the gravestone. The words give my master John’s name and the length of his life but anything else is a touch…