His coat was a mix of yellow and brown, and he had eyes of two different colors, one blue, and one darkish yellow. He had been Mr. Edwards’ only roommate and companion for the past seven years, attending to him in the mornings during walks, which people around were never…

(translated by Toshiya Kamei) I put colorful daisies in a vase, made up my bed with white sheets, and savored the fragrance of basil in pouches I kept under the pillows. After lighting blue candles, I opened my windows to hear the wind sing. Determined to wait, I read a…

The young woman walked away from Jarvis, in the general direction of the editorial offices of Astonishing Stories magazine, which in this year of 1940 had already established itself as a leading publisher of what would become known as science fiction. The offices were in a fairly new building that…

I wait on the cliff edge, a willing sacrifice; a high priestess, pure but not innocent, my conscience shattered in the howling winds. My blood thrums with the roar of the ocean, the future awaits me in a mouthful of blood and I am hungry for the teeth; desperate for…

Climbing the stairs within a minute, Jacinta wonders if it really was a minute, exactly what is a minute, sixty seconds of space. What is a second, the clicking of a finger or some unforeseen force, seconds turn into minutes which turn into hours as they become days, the continuum…

I align the crystal mirrors: laser precision. The bearings are set: four dimensions.  A century reverses in a swirl. I stand on a storm-swept hillside. A croft crouches under ragged skies. My footsteps pad on cracked, moss-covered flagstones. I lift the latch: bob under damp eaves.  Warm peat embers glow…

“Goodness,” Rachel said watching his fingers work the dirt. She stared at the wriggling digits as they pawed, clawed, pushed and prodded through the rich topsoil of the family cemetery. “It’s been years since I’ve seen you this energetic. Thank you, Grandpa.” She touched the headstone with her fingertips. “Hard…

The bees were uneasy. Another failed hunt, an empty-handed return to their hives. Something in their programming still let them feel something close to apprehension. Disappointment. The Apiary was only a shadow of what it used to be.  The Beekeeper sprayed a fine mist of LAMS-34 into each hive as…

Thank you for registering your interest in Sunday’s march. We can’t do it without your support and we sincerely hope to see you there. It’s important that as many protesters as possible show up, to demonstrate the depth of anti-time travel feeling. The route of the march as indicated on…