SERIES

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

Part Two: The Butcher of Bakerloo --- "They murmured. He didn't know what they were a sayin'. Half of 'em couldn't speak Terran nohow. Bunch of sex-savages. They used to beat the starshit out of him when they found him. Then they clipped off a chipplug and examined it on the central-interface."

Part Three: The Chastisement of Eli-X --- featuring special guest writer Alex Severin ---"A stinking crown of baying wolverine peasants await his screams. Each shoved-from-behind step he takes, deeper into the throng of the masses, the stench becomes more rank. They shout in his face and he can almost taste the fowl breath that emanates from lungs drowning in infected phlegm and he dry-gags stomach muscle up into his throat. He knew that this was to come someday, knew it but it was one of these things that you always think will never really happen."

The PHARM
by Wolf Peterson

Prolog Part Two: Devil Absinthe! --- ""I thought you said that they excrete the enzyme when they die?"
"They do, you've just gotta help 'em a little." Obviously my confused copilot and I had differing opinions on the definition of the word 'excrete'. "

SHORT FICTION

Diggers
by Gregg Delcurla

"Digger's arms were scarred. Less recently by needles-more recently by the blade of a straight razor."

Robo Love
by Cecil Washington

"Man," said Pimp Dog, "I got me the best piece of tail you could ever want, dog, ever want! Right 'chere. You check dis out and I gair-runn-tee you won't want you no real woman no more!" He motioned to the blond white girl standing next to him."

Bones and Trust
by C. C. Parker

"I always humored Fredrico cause he was my friend and all, but I never truly believed in the things he told me. He would sit skeleton-like in an over stuffed chair, his eyes huge and exhausted (I’m not sure if her ever slept), and his brown skin stretched over his bones like parchment. But the words . . . the words tumbled from his lips in a daisy chain of clearness."

Drumskin
by Alex SEVERIN & Hertzan CHIMERA

"They folded round his paralysed body like Clingfilm – an injection of colour in the subsurface of his skin, he actually felt the colour flowing under his skin, about rat sized, as he felt it, leaving a wake of rat colour behind it until his entire subcutaneous layer of manfat was lifted free by the force of their song."

Chances
by Eric S. Brown and Gail Davis

"He barked a short, harsh laugh. "Oh, yeah. Freedom. Wee..." Spinning around in the cockpit chair he rose to his feet and slammed his fist into the wall beside him, laughing hysterically when it began to crumble, sending black dust sifting slowly to the floor. "And this is what freedom means to me..."

The Rest Room Is Closed
by Thomas Lee Joseph Smith

"I'm right at the window now and inside it's a mess. The main panel is torn loose from the floor... bent in the middle... hunched up like a cat in a fight... I just hope all the wires aren't pulled loose. The whole inside ceiling is down, covering up most of the working area. It looks like a forest of folding tables all piled on each other face down. The only light on, is a small one hanging by a chain. One of the ceiling panels might be what hit Osborne... hard to say. The fuel pumps are another matter, won't know a thing until somebody turns them on."