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Entries for January 2009

Precepts for the Atavist
By Evan Scott Bryson

A fuzz on the land, gauze gone sloppy and thick with scabs—only rain, filling every corner sodden, no basement safe, no treasured untouched by the stomach of eels loosed upon the neighborhood as the fens turned into lakes, and the lakes overcame the towns. The roads for bilge, and foul-smoking boats to ferry the last [...]
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By Linfasonora

Once upon a time an ancient agreement of solidarity has linked humans with plants forever. They collaborate for their reciprocal surviving, exchanging doses of vital chemical substances. The communication happens through breathing. Through nebulas of air, the lymph. There is a melancholic attitude in the simple action of breathing. This story is placed in [...]

Not Quite The Nine O Clock News
By Joseph Gillett

While their rain-soaked clothes dried on the infrared mangle in the lounge of their 23rd floor North London flat, friends, Charles Cruttwell and Alex Blench, ate that very English of delicacies, Mermaid on toast, and looked out at the evening waterscape from the window of their Trellick Tower flat.  All, except the tip of The [...]
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Snap-Shots of the Apocalypse
By Katy Wimhurst

Min despised the Tate Art and Refuge Centre. It contained little art and, in her opinion, more refuse than refuge. She’d been approached by pimps in the café there, had witnessed fist-fights over chocolate, and had once seen a small artwork used as a frisbee. But today, staring at the empty food cupboard in her [...]
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COMCON. Mode Calling
By Violet Rook

“What is your preferred Com Mode? The image flickered then the sound of a voice, obviously made by a computer. “Sorry, but who are you. Please give your MRC before commencing.” I was not allowing such an intrusion into my communication space. What a cheek. I could feel my adrenaline level increasing, my wrist indicator showed my blood pressure followed [...]
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In the blink of an eye
By david o leary

The planet earth the pearl of the cosmos spins on its axis 4.5 billion years old. The father sun rises and sets his seeds of light impregnating her soil 92 million miles away. She grows strong, life surged across her surface blossoming in plant and animal. Her purpose accomplished she is content. She is of [...]
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The Critic
By Martin Adams

I’m downloading these last thoughts direct from the gallows in The VirginJustice Trafalgar Square®, so I will endeavour to be brief, as my time is nearly up. It is a cruel irony that I watched the last live hangings on the office holo-screen the day all this began. Or should I say half-watched, for although [...]
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Too Much to Expect
By Hilary Wade

I woke to the theme from ‘Knight Rider’, playing on a mobile phone. After eight bars it cut out abruptly. Then it started again. Played through eight bars. Cut out. Began again. Stopped. “That was the ‘Theme from Knight Rider,’” announced a cheery voice, “and this is 3Henry Kelly bringing you Classic Ringtones, an hour [...]
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Without Hope…
By Daniel Dunne

Andrew leaned back and rubbed his eyes. The images on his computer screen were still blurry When did I last sleep? He focused on the streaming news ticker on the bottom of his screen and grimaced. His Grandfather had taught him that it was important to keep up to date with current affairs and that it was important [...]
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Incandescent celestial satelites
By Steven Sladdin

Ascetic armies caught up in incandescent silver satellites thrown across the galaxy by celestial bodies and angry existences, Purple shimmers and silver flits, dance fast in the dark. Moth ridden skies and planetary prudence, falling ice shards and shattered hopes. Our tears drip onto acidic soil which is gnarled by auspicious winds. Pungent ash burns thick in the back [...]
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It’s my birthday!
By Malcolm Culkin

Today I am 105. I’m not in bad shape – heart working OK so the Doc says. I can still walk the entire length of the hall 5 times a day and that’s with only one new knee joint. Mind you with all this rain I do feel the change when it gives up slightly. The joints [...]
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The Family
By Bruce Stirling

  The crush of bodies seeking shelter down in Turbine Hall drove me up to the roof for air. That’s when I saw her. Just after midnight, a girl no more than twelve emerged from the rain and stood before The Family, a bronze sculpture overlooking the Thames. Making sure she was unobserved, she climbed onto [...]
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Wishing Well
By Anthony Wilkins

In the few minutes before the last arc of the sun finally dipped below the horizon, it was at last cool enough for the two women to creep out and continue their exploration for another night.   For Arica, slightly the younger of the two, watching her shadow stretch and lengthen was never less than fascinating. Myrna [...]
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By Nigel Cox

  As Apollo bent over and prepared for his punishment he glanced up at the orang utangs perched on the London eye and the Dolphins bounding  playfully down the river in the warm November sunshine. The huge clock said London 2058 November 22  11 am, temperature 26 degrees centigrade.  Apollo didnt believe it – any of it.The first [...]
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Shit New World
By Martin Hayes

Is this it? Seriously? Robot butlers and hover-cars and weekend trips to the moon and as much other pointless bollocks as you care to mention. I mean, it’s 2058 for Christ’s sake. This isn’t what our grandfathers were promised. Where’s the sex-bots? Where’s the fun? I’m still waiting for the doors of perception to [...]
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London – 2058
By Eileen Moeller

“Call me the Postman. Call me the bloody Lord Mayor of London if you like. Oh, those old fashioned user names were something. There’s not many left to remember them now, never mind wax nostalgic .  No, the city of London’s extinct. And the Wilderlands have no use for a Lord Mayor.  Gone the way [...]
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All Is
By bruce stirling

  the o  keeps o o o o o o o o sticky little drops of cement on my oooooooooooo and my oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Pompeiing me as it has all Londonium is this the year 20 and fifty 8 Mr. Thomlinson oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Mrs. Bryant oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo her dog oOo royal OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and royal o this ashy rain is obviously o o o o o o o o a democrat turning one and all into stone-cold statuary defying the hand of man but how and why? but what does it matter when soon I shall die? o  but is it art this incessant oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo when the last man is oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo who will walk among us we, the stone-cold oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo who will [...]
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Fifty Years Ago
By Inari Porkka

Every so often humanity looks back to the past to see how different life was when their grandparents were young.  Fifty years ago people had more time for themselves, they had less confusing choices to make in their lives, they considered family to be important. Fifty years ago the world was a real place to be [...]
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Phase Cycle
By Salwa Azar

1. As dark-shod feet sloshed through the rain and flood-induced sludge on the pavement, moisture hung in the air from the fog off the river that lapped for now, peacefully against the concrete and flex-metal container built after the great war of 35 destroyed part of the bank. Laser turrets blinked expectantly in the mist, constantly [...]
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the worlds "true" end
By mack muggleton

the year is 2058most of the worlds governments have been destroyed (invaded) by larger more powerful countries that are in a constant battle for the last remaining drops of oil. as more and more oil is used the last remaining super governments are planning to use nuclear missiles to “eliminate” each other. as the days and [...]
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Three tubes
By Greg Crowhurst

Three tubes Any old paint will do for this muck. “Splash it on me hearties, with an old sock, in ultramarine !” said he look at me. Rope it,ride it, suck it, seize it. Suffer it . Beat it, slap it, whip it There. “Do you know … ?” Ah! Feel it , won’t you ! all over your hands, smell it, taste it on [...]
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2058: a retrospective
By David Leuchars

t’s hard to believe that not so long ago we felt we’d reached the pinnacle of mankind. “That’s it!” The Scientists cried. “We’ve discovered everything, created some new things, and know everything there is to know!” The Internet was deemed “full” by more people then is needed. It was, indeed, a good time to be alive. [...]
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Paint the Planet
By Robert Masters

I had a dream last night that i don’t quite understand. Usually when my head hits the pillow i dream about inconsequential circumstances that seem to evolve from ideas i have on a regular basis, such as misplaced objects, pressure causing panic, difficulties that i may one day face. Many would say that when you dream [...]
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A bunny in Tuscany
By Lizz K. H.

The future. Where did I see myself in the future? Will I still be behind the same desk in the input office? Click. I like the sound my acrylic nails make when I’m typing. The other girls in the office prefer to mod their desktops to a voice recognition format but the satisfaction of hearing the smash [...]
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museum within us
By Julia Elena Calderon Beltran

The museums are spaces created with bricks and cement. They have schedules and it is necessary to pay to enter and to be able to appreciate the works or art. Although the museum-buildings still exist to keep the art-objects, now art-ideas exist in the museum-minds. Artists create the work of art in the spectator’s mind and the [...]
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