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Weird Space Issue #1 (Cover
by John "JD" Fields)
SERIES
FUCK
STAR, the Continuing Adventures of Eli-X, the Biggest Porn-Star in the Galaxy...
by Hertzan Chimera and Michael Cornwall Johnson
Part One: Silvertears Off the Sex-Eye --- "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."
The
PHARM
by Wolf Peterson
Prolog Part One: Down and Out In Karadonia --- "Though ingestion, imbibement, and gross overindulgence were indeed at the very heart of our mission, the very concept of food for consumption seemed somehow foreign to us. In any case, it was not worth stopping to eat in the Karadonian Territories. Karadonian culture is hopelessly ecclesiastical, and their cuisine, though highly symbolic, tends to be inedibly bland. No, we had been forced to stop in Karadonia because of the direst of circumstances. Circumstances which were entirely beyond our control--we were lost and needed directions."
SHORT FICTION
Extras
by Gregg Delcurla
""Which ones are extra?" says Kara, slightly overwhelmed by the diversity of the onscreen activity; a small volcano of color and sparkle, white noise and music."
In the
Box
by Hertzan Chimera and
Michael Cornwall Johnson
"In three hours I will be in all places in the universe at all times, so the brochure says. I will experience glimpses of passing worlds warping past my consciousness, I will reach out to alien races like a man possessed with Religious fervour. I will rise from the spacegrave like Lazarus and turn the particle physics realm of intergalactic transport inside out. I will taste atoms and molecules and come back to tell the tales."
Weird Space Issue #2 (Cover
by John Altomari)
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."
Weird Space Issue #3 (COVER:
"Life On Mars" by Barrie Jones)
SERIES
FUCK STAR:
The Continuing Adventures of Eli-X, the Biggest Porn-Star in the Galaxy...
by Hertzan Chimera and Michael Cornwall Johnson
Part Four: Oedipus-X --- "What follows is an illegal Zone-In (trademark pending) as Eli-X’s erogenous broadcast is activated by one of our nameless insider droids of cheap horror porn. "
Part Five: ELI-Quince and Slices of Mince--- "The smell of disinfectant hit Eli-X like a lump hammer . . ."
SHORT FICTION
The
Hymen Eater (or Why Mars Is Red?)
by C. C. Parker
"Professor Dee looked outside his window and took another drink. He’d been drinking steady for several days. The world was ending and their wasn’t a flocking thing he could do about it. A Hymen Eater wandered past his window, face dripping red."
The
Visitors
by Mac Tonnies
"At night we'd make love while the Halo flowed silently overhead, burning yellow-white and throwing thin shadows across our sand-encrusted bodies. The tide would come crashing in after the day's yellow-brown had shrunken to a knot on the horizon, chilling us, hissing and churning between entwined limbs. Tiny crab-like creatures emerged from the hard-packed sand, eyestalks glinting, and waded out onto the chilly beach, avoiding us."
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..."
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