SERIES

FUCK STAR:
The Continuing Adventures of Eli-X, the Biggest Porn-Star in the Galaxy...
by Hertzan Chimera and Michael Cornwall Johnson

Part Six: Razors of the Lost Bitch --- "There she was, unraveling like a holocaust of rainbow indignation, he flesh a livid rosary of chime spun itself about her nerves and already, you could see from that extruded portion of her that she was a killer. A proper killer like you phone down from some central server right into your chemicals, right down to the cellular death you so deserve for being on such an elite list of names. The Shimmer Set."

Part Seven: Modificatum Eli-X --- featuring special guest writer Alex Severin ---"He looked at her in repulsed fascination, wondering what it must be like to fuck an animated corpse. You'll find out soon enough, Eli-X, Fuck Star of the Universe, soon enough. I'm your new co-star..."

SHORT FICTION

Godkill
by C. C. Parker

"The Domino's Pizza was only a few blocks away. Cole had wanted to be nearby in case they paged him, which they often did. Now, the thought made him sick; fueled his hatred. His life had been nothing before this. And now . . . Now he was a God."

The Heavy Handed Adventures of Retchfield & Crynge
A Novella by Chris Villemarette

"The most recent and, more importantly, inconvenient war was the War on Wars, in which pretty much everything was laid to waste, and then everything left over was used to destroy anything left over. W.O.W. was preceded by the ever popular Holy Crusade on Wars (Holy C.O.W.), and before that they had to worry about T.W.A.T., but no one likes to mention such vulgarity really..."

Rebirth
by Jim Schicatano

"It would be like starting all over again. The world above was another Garden of Eden, teeming with lifeforms and the potential for man to thrive in such conditions..."

Hunting Ground
by Michael John Grist

"The Grounds whip by grimy and splintered beneath them. Overturned cars lie like dried up ants in dead road riverbeds, curled and dim and forgotten in the seedy Motex underlights. Skyscraper ground floors leer at impossible angles, held rigid but buckled under the weight of the Dome..."