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Within this
Gallery is a listing of our featured stories, Science
Fiction, Fantasy, and horror tales were sure you'll find
enjoyable. Each genre is listed in the sections below.
Science
Fiction:
Tales that nudge the virtual envelope toward an unknown
future. The here and now is stretched beyond the
boundaries of Earth, beyond our civilization, to places
enriched by unfettered imagination . . . enjoy the adventure
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Victory Garden
by
Christopher Lockhart, Michigan |
"I've seen
the results, Jerry," I said.
Jerry stopped mid-dig, looked up at me from his small pit.
Actually he looked up and through me. I waved a
hand in his face. |
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Shirley Knott
by
Abby Goldsmith, Missouri |
"Please step aside, ma'am," said the airport security
guard, not bothering to look at her.
"I have a boarding pass!" Shirley clawed through her purse. |
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Fantasy Fiction:
Here are the tales that bend reality. They tease
us into believing the character's world is like our own,
then they show us how it isn't — it's
weird, wacky, and quite bizarre.
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Kissed by the Mistletoe
by
Rob Sharp, United Kingdom
 1st
Fiction Sale |
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Getting away from it all by visiting a holiday
village during school half term, might seem like a bit of a
contradiction to most people. But that was how Angela liked
it.
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Winter's Snow
by
John LaFleche, Quebec, Canada
1st
Fiction Sale |
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It was one of the worst storms in history. Two
feet of snow had already fallen with no sign that it was going to
stop.
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Horror Fiction:
These tales possess that air of creepiness. They shove you into the shadows of the dark side of life. Revel in it, or run . . .
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Father
Time
by
Jason Brannon, Mississippi |
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The clock had been there forever. Or at least it
seemed that way, its pendulum rocking back and forth
like an inhabited tree swing on a sunny spring day. |
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One For
Sorrow
by
Andrew Knighton,
United Kingdom |
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Alex heard it in the night, its beak knocking against
the bedroom window. Feathers rustled as it spread
its wings wide, a creature of mist and shadow. How
had it found him? |
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Zodo the Rabbit
by
Mike Driver, England |
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In the lonely darkness of the projector room, dust motes
hanging in the silvered light, the effect was truly
eerie. Charlie chewed nervously at his lower lip .
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