The bridge between imagination and technological advancement, where the dreamer’s vision predicts change, and foreshadows a futuristic reality. Science fiction has the ability to become “science reality”.
Sojourn by N. Harold Donley
The red dust streaked the windshield as the wipers swept across. The sun was low now; its intensity piercing even the mirror sunglasses the driver wore. He adjusted the interior visor but knew, in 20 minutes, 30 tops, it would be glaring into his eyes again.
One Big Fist
They sat on old chairs atop the tallest of the park's three eponymous hills. They had never met before, but both frequented the park often enough that the fact they've never seen each other prior to today was something of a conversation starter.
First Date at the Last Blockbuster
The dull and corroded satellite lurched toward the Earth pod, its rusted solar panel screeching and scratching across the side. Petra didn't even notice. Besides, the Federation built these Earth pods to be indestructible. Space junk was too common an occurrence to give it even a second's notice. Nothing interesting ever happened.
The Fall of Gowa
Devlin’s eyesight was failing, so he leaned forward to peer at the woman sitting across his desk. Tall, slender and soft- spoken, she didn’t look like spy material.
Down to Earth
Tonight, Max and I are going on a date. My stomach does somersaults as I pull on a simple white dress. I haven't worn such a feminine garment in ages and dressing up after so long suddenly makes the impending evening feel very real.
I hate first dates. I hate dating in general. I hate awkward small talk — I hate letdowns. More specifically, being the let-downer. My job, my life — my commitments — all play into the conclusion I made decades ago where my personal timeline will remain solitary. It’s best that way. And when your job is timelines and time — when you know how everything plays out — dating seems a little frivolous.
A Piece of the Pie (Chapters 32 + 33)
Chapter 32 – The Getaway "Alright, so there's probably a shitstorm headed our way by now, so let's get going," Jake waved his arms about in a random yet urgent fashion as he made this declaration.
The 1950s Science Fiction Podcast: S1E8
Introduction: Hello and welcome once again to the podcast. Today I will be discussing two short stories from two different pulp magazines. First up is the short story Shill wrote by award-winning science fiction author James E. Gunn, first published in Worlds of IF magazine in April 1955. The next story is The Girl in Tube 14 by Dick Purcell first published in Fantastic Science Fiction, August 1955. This will be the first time I have read these stories and they have been an interest to me for a long while.
The Cassandra pulled us out of cryosleep 100 years early. We’d been on the ship for over 940 years at that point. Everyone we’d left behind on earth was dead now. Why did Bertha wake us early?
I Think I Saw A UFO
I Think I Saw A UFO John W. Gilmore "I don't know what happened, Marge. All I know is that I saw it right in front of me, except," he looked up and motioned with one finger pointing and his hand flapping at the wrist. Her eyes followed his finger. "Up there. Right up there all around. UFO!"
The Void:ed, episode 1
‘Words are a virus for the brain,’ he said. ‘But how do you deliver them if everything is regulated, if everything is filtered?’
The Last Merlot
I open my tin of cigarettes and count twelve. Twelve sticks of temporary happiness. I shouldn’t be smoking. Cigarettes are bloody expensive on Zoran9 and they’re not even filled with real tobacco.