Introductory Antimemetics
Junior Researcher Kim's been working for the Foundation for all of four hours and he feels pulverised, as if an anvil were dropped on his head in that first introductory lecture. It's lunchtime, and…
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Mummy Brown
“I got him at a bazaar in Cairo,” Wallner said with a wicked little grin and then finished the last of his Chateau Cheval Blanc which had…
Our Three Rules for Surviving 8 Billion Buttons
There were people who still believed it had been a military experiment, even when the militaries and governments collapsed. For the rest of…
Tending to the Graveyard
Tending To The Graveyard by Never You Mind Who
From Hell I Write
I write to you now, but I do not write from my room, with a bed so soft and a window so bright. I do not write from my home, with couches…
Why Sarah Never Sleeps
There were too many doors in the upstairs hall. Sarah told her parents, but they couldn't see it. They told her not to worry. They told her…
Laser Tag
Good old childhood.
Five-String Guitar
It was late in the afternoon when Elijah had finally finished lugging his possessions into his new home. This was his last chance and he…
The Pill
Don't take it.
The Memetic Symbol
Even as I come to the realization that nothing in this world can pierce the hopelessness that ruins every stimulus I can still come upon, I…
Future Tech
I don't know about you, but as you might be able to guess, I've always been a sucker for any suggestion of the supernatural or…
I Hate Mondays
Robert never came to the beach when his friends and family invited him – for a swim, for a picnic, for a party – and so they stopped…
New York City, Statue of Liberty, Dodecagon
Remember this: Behind the eyes of the Statue of Liberty in the ancient City of New York lies a dodecagon with a terrifying power -…
The Djinn in the Horse Head
I can’t explain why I was drawn to that thing in the antique store; I just knew I had to have it.
Afternoon Tea
Ever since I was a small girl, I remember my grandmother drinking afternoon tea. Everyday she would sit at her table, dressed in one of her…
There's Something Between the Gears
Author's note: This is my entry for Banningk1979's demon/devil contest. I'm thinking about expanding this into a series.
The Shredder Monkey
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Autopilot
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