NEW FICTION: June 15, 2004

"Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Ten]
"“Not a whole lotta anybody passing through here,” the old man agreed. “Occasionally a coyote pack’ll sniff out the smoke-pit. Every couple’a years or so a mutie or two’ll wander up from the Wastes. But that’s about it. Used to be, when I was a lad, there was some trouble with raiders, but not no more. And the traders, they never come through here. Hell, I haven’t seen a trader or Bedouin in well over fifteen years. I ain’t seen no one worth talking to in… shucks, in quite a long time,” he finished with a sigh. "

NEW FICTION: June 8, 2004

--The Marboro Man, J.C. Watson-- (READ IT)

"We heard knocking on the glass at the windows. Weird eyes peered in but no one made any attempt to smash their way in."

--The Life and Times of Jesus H. Stromberg, Nicholas J. Galvin-- (READ IT)

"We heard knocking on the glass at the windows. Weird eyes peered in but no one made any attempt to smash their way in."

--Maximum Entropy, Kfir Luzzatto-- (READ IT)

"We heard knocking on the glass at the windows. Weird eyes peered in but no one made any attempt to smash their way in."

--The Habermann Experiment, G. David Schwartz-- (READ IT)

"We heard knocking on the glass at the windows. Weird eyes peered in but no one made any attempt to smash their way in."

NEW FICTION: April 26, 2004

--To Drive the Cold Winter Away, (Part Nine) by G.W. Thomas-- (READ IT)

"We heard knocking on the glass at the windows. Weird eyes peered in but no one made any attempt to smash their way in."

NEW FICTION: April 22, 2004

--We'll Always Have Paris, by Steven L. Shrewsbury-- (READ IT)

"Listen to my simple story and look off across the ruins of the olden city. Appreciate what it took to get this small community we have now in Paris. Remember that out of the ashes, life will always arise."

NEW FICTION: April 19, 2004

--Johnny Reb reviews Le Dernier Combat (The Last Battle)

--Red Meat, by Nick Scipior -- (READ IT)

"Welcome to Jerkwater, USA, number three thousand something-something."

 

--The Adventures of Smallpox Susie and Pandora Dan, by Clay Waters -- (READ IT)

"I noticed my nurse was rather pretty inside her protective suit. A tuft of blonde hair peeked out from a gap in her faceplate. In Manhattan, where the death rate for SmallPox C averages 4% a year, where holding ungloved hands in public is a faux pas, you take the thrills you get."

 

--Eat My Scorch! (A New Series), by Mike Slabon - Part One -- (READ IT)

"You either coughed up your lungs or sloughed the lining of your gut into your shorts. Jim and I were lucky, I guess. We were assigned to Bunker 57 . . . "

 

--Eat My Scorch! (A New Series), by Mike Slabon - Part Two -- (READ IT)

"In the back of the truck, there were many wooden and steel beams. They were lashed together, with an intricate array of rope and pulleys. There was one long, extended arm with a shallow basin on the end. It looked like the giant spoon they used on the billboard for Moser’s Mostly Meat Stew.