 | Bottled Dreams by Morri groaned, trailing his hand through the cool seawater with a look of great suffering. | |
 | Music Man by (digital image) | |
 | Caffei-nation by "I'm responsible for the fall of the American empire," said the tired voice on the phone. | |
 | Back to Malacandra by (digital image) | |
 | A Bright, Infinite Future by The news update didn’t catch his attention until the hologram of the alien protestors getting lashed with the metal-plated Flexi-whips made him shiver. | |
 | You May See a Stranger by Lights flickered on: artificial dawn at thirty thousand feet. | |
 | Elements by (digital image) | |
 | The Book of Toby by At a crossroads half a mile from the missionary church, Father Phil took a sword from beneath his cassock. Struggling to steady his trembling arm, he drew a wobbly circle in the dirt. | |
 | Dark Corners and Twisted Dreams by Rocka Rocka Rocka. / Footsteps on the stairs. | |
 | Predisposed by Ed let out a sigh of relief as Jas reached the vault. Twenty minutes in—twenty long minutes—and no alarms had gone off. | |
 | One Rose from the Dead by Gerard hadn't noticed the metallic gleam of Tobin’s face before, the glimmering flesh produced by enhanced genetics. | |
 | Treasure by (black-and-white image) | |
 | The Enemy of the Good by An evil witch brought sorrow after sorrow to a kingdom led by a good man. | |
 | That Which Should Not Be by He sat in his small one-man boat on the surface of the Pacific Ocean and wished like hell profanity would be able to clean up the disgusting mess that surrounded him. | |
 | Angels by Though he hadn't known who was doing the singing as a child, Porter had always heard angels. | |
 | The Horses of Hoddington Marsh by Sossity Chandler lay on her bed. The red digits of the clock said it was 2:11 in the morning. She could not sleep. | |
 | Moral Census by 'Getting scratched' is a term used by Manhattan bike couriers; it means having an accident that doesn’t lead to any long-term disabilities. | |
 | The Forgiving by There was something about the garage sale that just didn't feel right, or rather, there was something about the garage sale that felt too right. | |
 | Fourth of July Homecoming by The old mill had given off odd sounds since the day it closed down. Now it gave off a sense of passage. | |
 | The Climber by When the first slanting sunbeams shone on the climber, he leaned on a ledge, gasping for breath. | |
 | My Love is a Fever, Longing Still— by Of course she’ll come, he thought as the waves moved the world beyond the shore. | |
 | Dreamscape by I dream often of Marc, / This boy I think I used to love. | |
 | Debt of Bones by 'Oh to hear these dried up old bones talk,' muttered Usarion as they stumbled through yet another mass grave. | |
 | The Dome by Richard absently fingered the trigger of his mining laser as he watched the light play on the barren walls of the mining shaft. | |
 | Foretold by A woman who looked to be just about entering middle age sat alone at the lab bench. | |
 | For Every Name by Deadline is in two weeks, Steve, and you haven’t even given me a first draft yet. What’s wrong? | |
 | The Ships Like Clouds, Risen By Their Rain by Mares’ tails blew in from the west, clear sign that a big storm was heading our way. As I watched the hundreds of small, wispy ships float silently by on the breeze, I was tempted to keep quiet. | |
 | Fragments of Dr. Skinner’s Personal Log (recovered March 5, 2011) by The rest of the crew has been rendered expendable. | |
 | Take Your Time by Maslow Walker jolted as if suddenly thrust out of a deeply unsettling dream. | |
