EverPoppy by Frances Boyle
Maura hauled in the barge, the singing cable slick with water threatening to freeze on her hands. There should have been robotics or at least hydraulics, but this village didn’t have working winches, not even anyone, new parent or former child, willing to stand watch on a frosty morning for…
Point Blank, Part 4 by Paige Bagby
Chapter 10 When coerced into being party to, or rather the center of, a time traveling misadventure, one would imagine that the simplicities of normal life would be forgotten to the curiosity of such an adventure. However, in Candace’s case, her body remembered only that she had been at the…
Los Angeles, 1952, Part 2 by Wayne Turmel
Language Warning.This story contains language that may put off some readers. Be aware it takes place 60 years ago, and things weren’t seen the same as they are now. Also, any discerning fiction reader should know that the opinions expressed by our characters don’t always reflect the opinions of management.…
Ten Minutes Past Teatime by Elizabeth Chatsworth
June 12th, 1896 A.D., 4.10 PM The Irish Sea Miss Minerva Minett was rapidly losing faith that her hired sailors were of the highest caliber. Or sober. Or able to obey the simplest commands without discussion, pontification, and an inordinate amount of cheek. She huffed as the unfittingly-named Captain Smart…
The Happy Idiot by Robert Pope
In 1952, my father invented a functional time machine, but in order to fund completion he had been embezzling from his employer for several years. He worked for a Professor Stark at the university who had brought in a sizeable National Science Foundation grant for experiments unrelated to time travel.…
Doing Time, Part 1 by Craig Rodgers
1. He is a salesman, he tells people, and it’s more or less true. He tells them his name is Gray, when they ask, which it isn’t, and they rarely do. He says the past doesn’t matter and he leaves it at that, but it does, it matters, and it is always…
Miss. Princott’s Time Travel Agency by Barbara Russell
Auckland, present day. The door of the time chamber opened with a hiss, and I staggered out, my head spinning. Next to me, my client, Mr. Torvalds, exited and beamed. His eyes twinkled under bushy gray eyebrows. “That was something, wasn’t it?” Yeah, something awful. Who would enjoy running from…
How to Bind a Lover, or the Lingering Aubade of Lear Aldrich by Kayla King
The universe seems small. Lear grasps it between fingers, plucking the strand of hair from Lina’s head. She sleeps on, not knowing the guilt Lear carries in knots between his shoulder blades. Taking the first piece of hair had been an accident. And he promises, “This will be the last.” Lear…
Who Is Left by K. Noel Moore
The time jumper returned to December, 2013, with a muffled thump of boots on carpet. Her “jump room” was a modified walk-in closet with delusions of grandeur. It was perfectly square, just wide enough to turn around in, and all white inside (white carpet, white walls, white light); mirrors hung on each…
Baggage by Leslie Burton-Lopez
FIVE At four p.m., a month after Mom died, Aunt Peggy first came to my doorstep with her black bag. She held her hand out to me and said, “Hello Maggie, I’m your Aunt Peggy.” I was five. “What’s in the bag, Aunt Peggy?” I reached out a hand to…
Take Us On A Journey To Somewhen
