Weapons of Mass Distraction
My name is Alan Stanley. I live in Fulton, Missouri. I manage a Radio Shack. And I was America’s nuclear failsafe. Some no-nonsense military men showed up one…
Now Here's An Alt-History I Can Get Behind
I clawed my way out of undreaming sleep, back to the here and now. Where was here? Opened my eyes: instrument panel; switches, dials, segmented red LEDs. And…
Last Man Standing
August 19, 2089 18:00 “It’s your call.” CapCom buzzed over the radio. *** August 19, 2089 09:00 A small window was the only view Criss had. For 15 hours the…
A Vision of Equality
The cracks in the road were growing. The mob, wild and panicked, like stampeding cows, was a mass of crushing flesh writhing across the rubble. The edges of…
Intro to Physics
Professor Benning glanced up from his notes. He thought perhaps one of the fluorescent lights overhead had burned out in a brilliant last gasp. Most of the…
Now...how to get home?
5 minutes ago, fate, luck, & divine intervention interceded on Ben’s behalf. He was not particularly religious, but that didn’t prevent him from saying a few…
Goodbye, Blue Sky
It was quiet. Some would say “too quiet”, but she didn’t go in for that kind of cliche. A gentle breeze caressed her body and annoyingly pushed her hair into…
Drift
From the London Globe and Mail, November 4, 2009: REUTERS -- Top scientists and military are being called into London so as to devise a plan by which the…
A Sinking Sun. A Rising Fear.
Day 206 since nuclear fallout. Diary entry number 151. Time 11:41 PM. Temperature 53 degrees Fahrenheit. This is my third night sleeping under the Atlantic…
A Event of Nuclear Proportions
He was sleeping when the bomb went off. The explosion didn’t wake him, he was a heavy sleeper. No, what woke him was the body that went flying through his…
1SQ
Sleep. Needed. Deep. “Set Condition 1SQ” Awake, suddenly alert. “Man Battle Stations Missile for strategic launch” Up, Awake, dive into the poopie suit, run…
Operation White Knife, shot Octagon. Successful.
Mark Two thousand and forty eight pulses of coherent light belch from their emitters. Mark Two thousand and forty eight pulses of coherent light strike the…