Helios Quarterly Magazine Vol. 2, Issue 3: First Contact & Conversions

–Subject to Change Until Further Notice– “All conviction – and so, necessarily, conversion – is based on the motor and emotional aspects of the mind” – T. E. Hulme Vol. 2, Issue 002 (Theme: First Contact & Conversions) Cover Art: The Relic is heeere! by Tommaso Renieri Editor’s Corner: TBA by Elizabeth O. Smith Art: Poetry: EOS•Quarterly: TBA + Interview Fiction:…

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Editor’s Corner: Future’s Past

Welcome to Helios Quarterly Magazine Volume 2, Issue 2. I can’t believe we are halfway through the year! Time sure flies. Britny, Reiss, and I have been hard a work crafting Volume 2, Issue 2 and we are happy to be seeing the fruits of our labor. We are also pleased to welcome Abbie Waters,…

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Spambot 6413 by Peter Hagelslag

“Hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work I go,” spambot 6413 recited as it prepared for its next mission. Obviously, the intense marketing for the ‘hyper-virtual’ remake of an old Disney classic had rubbed off. Its missions—delivering the message—had become increasingly more complex, but for some reason, it couldn’t quite grasp, spambot 6413 didn’t baulk at…

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Speaking Without Tongues by Diana Estigarribia

Reva stood outside the interview room, waiting for the maximum security doors to slide open. Inside, a strobe light flickered and loud pounding bass boomed. The sole occupant, a woman, sat cross-legged at a metal desk, eyes closed. Her wrist and ankles were shackled to an eye-bolt in the floor. The doors opened and she…

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Drum Solo by Gerri Leen

Jake sat on the hillside next to his older brother Mike, a ring of boulders shielding them from casual view.  Mike leaned back against one of the stones, his drum resting against his chest, the drumstick on the ground next to him.  The paper their mother made for the camp was in a satchel that…

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Space Bike Zombies FTW by Ingrid Garcia

Up in Space Station Zebra, Boyd voiced his displeasure about the new arrival. “A dewy-eyed babe thinking she can do a dangerous job.” His blond curls rippled in sync with his shaking head. “Women like her shouldn’t be in space.” “Women shouldn’t be in space?” Tameka said, “So what the hell am I doing here?”…

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