If the world explore all my dark fantasy, will change for the better”.

To my surprise, the sensation of query filled my stomach, spreading through to every corner. This was followed by each point of query ending at the same answer. Device Nineteen had responded to the question...

Millions cheer the warriorspilling blood across the ringwhile the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed.Must hearts forever sufferfrom ignorance and greed?Can bombs heal our soulsor set our spirits free?

Why do I think this is worth the risk?…Because I think Betty knew this would one day happen…One time she even said she believed our own government would conspire with other nations to exterminate God’s...

The only one everlasting love is the unrealized one. The love to this thing that you’d never had. Behind it is hidden the love to your own ego and feelings”.

It was also time to elect the president and VP of the OASIS User Council, but that was a no-brainer. Like most gunters, I voted to reelect Cory Doctorow and Wil Wheaton (again). There were...

Hmph. Even the animals deserted me.I’d have deserted me, too, a different inner voice inserted dryly. The way Ibanged around in here wanting to kill something—anything—if only it would bring Aislinn back to me. Fionn...

First contact comes not by hand of man, but by metal of machine.

books.” The first book I ever read on my own was The Neverending Story. I studied classics at university, and in ancient literature, monsters, witches, magic, curses, and impossible machines aren’t genre, they’re just Tuesday...

People won’t change until the pain of not changing is greater than the pain changing brings.

Because there wasn’t anything else to do, he settled at the kitchen tablewith a bottle of mead and nearly emptied it. The anesthetic effect he hoped for hadn’t happened, though. At least not yet.

[sic] his reaction was a sign of civilization. Nobody reaches for a gun anymore, just for his lawyer.

I will put my hook in thy nose and my bridle in thy lips, and I will turn thee back by the way which thou camest. ‘Destroyer’ thou hast embraced, and Abaddon shalt thou be....

Hades cracked his knuckles on each hand, and the noise was like gunpowder caps exploding in the silence. “First dish duty,” he mumbled to himself, “now possessed cowboys. This just isn’t my night.

The sky is the limit only for those who aren’t afraid to fly!

Humans are strange. … They value punishment because they think it means their actions are important—that they are important. … it’s vanity.

Let the spirits guide you, but never let them take you.

Fear.” He took a drink and fell silent again as she quietly scrutinized him, attempting to discern in his haggard face the thoughts behind what he had said.

what do you mean the old bodies get reused?

I am chaos in this ordered society, the flaw in a carefully wrought plan. I am turbulence in the queen’s eternal river.

At Tara in this fateful hour,I place all Heaven with its power,And the sun with its brightness,And the snow with its whiteness,And the fire with all the strength it hath,And the lightning with its rapid...

I mean, that was the code, wasn’t it? Single girls and taken guys weren’t allowed to be friends. The leash always got in the way.

The OPA man, Anderson Dawes, was sitting on a cloth folding chair outside Miller’s hole, reading a book. It was a real book – onionskin pages bound in what might have been actual leather. Miller...

An old adage warns: If you don’t know your history, you will be forever condemned to repeat it. Likewise, if you don’t know your science fiction, and heed its warnings, you could condemn the Earth...

One second she’s all timid, and then reeoowr! Hellcat.

It is as it is. Betren son of Bromwell Defender of Delmarath

illustration Speaking before the Marion Hobby Club Marion, OH 2013 This writer is looking for an agent.An old adage warns: If you don’t know your history, you will be forever condemned to repeat it. Likewise,...

All because I fell in love with a madman.

He was just infected yesterday. We saw him last night, and he already had mouse whiskers and a tail.

Even in forgetting there is an aspect of recollection, a faded few moments of wispy consciousness clung like webs in high-vaulted chambers, moving ever so lightly with the draft.

My hopes for pie died on the sidewalk. There went my grin.

Closed head trauma is about as much fun as nude paintballing.

Good fantasy fiction: … explores real human conditions through fantastic metaphors which universalize the characters’ individual experiences to speak personally to us all.

Sound waves, regardless of their frequency or intensity, can only be detected by the Mole Fly’s acute sense of smell—it is a little known fact that the Mole Fly’s auditory receptors do not, in fact,...

Matt shrugged. It was a good shrug, too. All it was missing was a beret, a stripy shirt and a Gauloise cigarette.

I told you stupid sons of bitches that this was going to happen!