ART of the Solar System #15
by Cody Schell
by Cody Schell
by Michael M. Jones The door opened with a whisper as Martina entered Glamourabilia, like the inhalation of an anticipatory breath. Martina wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but the interior of the shop had just the right vibe: bright, warm and cozy, wooden bookcases and display cases holding
by Jetse de Vries —the chase— HM-350T3R1C feels like it’s being toyed with. It’s been chasing the alien craft from Milind—the moon orbiting the gas giant Manuka in the habitable zone—all the way to the outer edges of Rigil Kentaurus’s dust belt. The alien
by Cody Schell
by Andrew Kozma I was crying. I was crying in a room full of scattered bodies, each body with its own gun in hand. I was crying because there was a gun in my hand, and it wasn’t my gun, and this wasn’t my body. No, that wasn’