Voices in an Especially Ominous Night by J. J. Steinfeld

when you hear voices(voices almost like visions almost like frightened animals given voice, fleeing wilderness) in an especially ominous night you trapped by fitful sleep, by deceived sleep, by sleeplessness, voices as yells, screams, shouts, the roaring of confusion, as whispers articulate and inarticulate, in other languages, words from other worlds, other times, other regrets,…

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The Way Up, The Way Down by Dennis Mombauer

Unlike most people, Charlie had a job. He lived on Earth and worked in space, and for his daily commute, he took the elevator. It went right up to Icarus Station on the orbital ring, 132 minutes for one trip, only a few hundred kilometers above the planet. Whenever one cage left from the Beehive…

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Bulimic by Robert Beveridge

You tell me yes, tell me again after each time you eat the flesh of human desire of human consumption   you vomit out the fatigue you feel at being one of many one of the mindless pack of maddening humanity   look at the little boy turn his head until his neck sprouts—you can…

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A Scavenger of Words by J. J. Steinfeld

Idiomatic idiotic remarks as the clock tick-tocks away into the memory of time. What does that drivel mean? Perhaps I should have said, or even sang out, Idiotic idiomatic remarks, the order, you know, is meaningful and full of meaning. You should be fed to carrion eaters that have no time for words only for…

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„Descent of the Seeker into Katarghatargha” Excerpt from a Religious Document of Species punctus impia by Adam Lovasz

„Suppose, for instance, that humans reproduced in the numbers that insects do and that the early elimination of the vast majority of humans who were born was necessary for the survival of the genes of any. Suppose also that, like most insects, care of offspring was unnecessary. Given these conditions, behaviors that manifest sympathy for…

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Imperfect Solution by Marie DesJardin

He had no heart. Whatever he’d once had in that department had been shot out in the attack that had taken his manhood along with everyone he’d ever cared for. All that remained was a mechanical heart, mechanical hands, mechanical eyes that searched the data, over and over, seeking for its next target. “Most were soldiers already,”…

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Eos Quarterly: Marie DesJardin

1. First, tell us a little about yourself. When did you want to become an author? What inspires you to do what you do? Who are you? I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to write. When I was little, I’d tell stories to my mother who would write them down for me,…

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Captain John’s Passage by Tara Campbell

“You sure about this?” asked the cook, wiping a tattered red handkerchief across his brow. Captain John squinted against the sun and scratched at his scraggly, pecan-colored beard. “Who in blazes knows, Cookie?” He prodded the unmoving figure on the sand with his boot. “But aye, I reckon we should tie him up.” Cookie frowned….

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Editor’s Corner: Our Secrets 

As Helios Quarterly enters its second issue, I’ve become concerned about the future. Will it last? Will it live up to expectations? Though these questions and many more will remain unanswered, I cannot help but speculate on information that is outside of my reach. We are strangest to ourselves and all on a journey towards an…

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