August's Art - Joakim Olofsson

August's Art - Joakim Olofsson

Greenhouse

North Pole

Sci-Fi

Futuristic City

Futuristic City 2

August's Book - Encounter by Glenn. B. Fleming

August's Book - Encounter by Glenn. B. Fleming

A story that draws you in quickly, then continues to pull at your consciousness.

A spacecraft is sent on a peaceful mission of discovery to a remote, distant planet. When the crew arrive at this brave, new world, they find only a planet at war, death and uncertainty. And themselves.

August's Story - Very Short Stories by Alexis Lantgen

Very Short Stories

by Alexis Lantgen

One of the things I enjoy most on Twitter is writing very short stories, or vss. There are tons of great hashtags to give you prompts, including #vss365, #SciFiFri, #SciFanSat, and #Satsplat. For someone who’s busy or a bit overwhelmed but still wants to write, these hashtags are a great way to write and be creative in tiny bursts throughout the week. I don’t always have the time or energy to sit down and write a thousand words on my next novel, but these I can do! I also love that the nature of Twitter forces a writer to be economical with their words and convey a lot of story, character, and emotion in such a short space. Here are seven of my recent very short stories--I hope you enjoy them! - A.L.

STRAY ROCK

The announcement read, just a stray rock from another solar system--ordinary debris. But Zoe could hear the signals, the strange voices echoing in her head. They sang of ancient galaxies and peace. She could join them, and all she has to do is upload their code.

QUEEN OF DIRT

There is always a Queen of beggars. This one’s eyes and hair are dirty white, like snow that’s been trod on too much. But she could see beyond, and some said she could slip into the other world, the one behind the bricks and concrete, where ancient trees still grew.

RIVER

The river churned beneath their tiny boat, threatening.

"Focus. Your intent must be pure, your heart soft as the water, or the river won't listen to you."

Ryka closed her eyes. The river spoke to her of cool, flowing peace. She guided the boat along its banks.

LIBRARY

The Roswell Library was probably the safest place a frightened, lonely, or bullied kid could find. Rumor had it a football player had once bloodied a bookworm's nose in the stacks, so sweet Mrs. Pye had sacrificed him to dark forces to protect the library forevermore.

SURPRISE

"Surprise! Boris Johnson is the Prime Minister of Great Britain!

Next up: Rosanne Barr becomes the first female president of the United States!"

"Hilarious joke, sir! The Earthlings won't know what hit 'em."

FLY

It takes skill to fly the winds of time, child. Time is not a straight line, it's powerful currents that swirl into maelstroms around critical events. If you're not careful, you'll get sucked in, a part of the storm forever. I was marooned here in 1942.

THE DARK

Greasy, matted hair fell across her face. She brushed it away. How long had she been in the dark, filthy? Months? A year? She couldn't even tell day from night.

You'll die here, a voice whispered. I can help.

How?

A small thing, a soul. Renounce it. 

Author Bio: Alexis Lantgen is a writer, teacher, and classical musician. She loves Renaissance Faires and all things science fiction and fantasy. Her short stories have appeared in Kzine, the Gallery of Curiosities, Phantaxis, Red Sun Magazine, and Swords and Sorcery Magazine, and she’s had nonfiction articles in Renaissance Magazine. Alexis collected many of her science fiction stories into her first book, Sapience, and many of her fantasy stories into her newest book, Saints and Curses. Alexis is on twitter @TheWiseSerpent and has been spotted once in a blue moon on Instagram, @LunarianPress. She lives with her husband, her spirited six-year-old daughter, her toddler son, and two very patient cats in Texas. You can find her website here.

July's Interview - Smith Ellis

July's Interview - Smith Ellis

Q. So tell us about your new release, The Barrier.

The Barrier is a sci-fi novella about a future where people can choose to discard their bodies and permanently live in virtual reality. The protagonist believes that living in our real bodies (‘the meat’) is a critical part of being a human being. When his girlfriend decides to leave her body and to live in the virtual, he finds himself caught up in a series of events that challenge his ideas of what it means to be a human.

Don’t let the short length make you think it’s a shallow piece of pulp; I touch on some interesting and timely themes in the story:
* What makes us human?
* Do we want to be human?
* Can we trust our own technological creations?
* If you could live an instantly better life, would you give up your body?
 

Q. My first impression of the book was that it a proper ‘cool’ sci-fi. The hard-boiled detective, the cyberpunk setting, the angst. Do you see yourself as homing in on that particular aspect of sci-fi?

It was certainly a questionable decision on my part to write a book with multiple characters, all in first person. But I think it works here, because it really is a good way to give the reader access to mood and mindset. I like the idea of a Byronic hero, a guy/gal who isn’t perfect but who has good general intentions. The cyberpunk feel is a secondary thing to me, but the future James lives in can’t help but have that dark edge to it.

What I want to really focus on is character growth and human adaptability. And if you want to tell a story about someone growing and changing, it’s more fun if you start with someone who has a lot of imperfections.
 

Q. A lot of the best sci-fi really pulls at the strings of our consciousness. What strings are you pulling with The Barrier?

I had a few goals with The Barrier, and a few topics I really wanted to poke at in the narrative. My love for technology is a little out of hand, and I wanted to consider what might happen to people in a world where the ultimate technology is a reality: you can go live the life of your choosing, forever, in the virtual. What will this do to humanity? Do we really want this? 

I also think it’s a story about powerful women. That may sound strange at first since the primary protagonist is this dark hero persona, and the men in the story are getting the most hands-on time. But if you look closely, you’ll see the protagonist is constantly struggling with the decisions and plans of the female personas in the story. And you see him change over time from a victim to an active participant in the central struggle. I like the complexity of having a strong woman behind the curtains.

Another concept I wanted to explore is the idea of a threshold (or barrier!) that keeps people apart, or that keeps you from moving forward. Whether that is a very real barrier like a cage, or a more intangible barrier like the one between the real world and the virtual. Also, this story represents me overcoming a personal barrier – getting a work completed and online.

Q. Is the main character an exaggerated version of yourself? Non-conformist? Hard-ass?

Ha! I’m a pudgy computer programmer, so I don’t have much insight into the hard-ass department. I have always tried to do my own thing in my own way, and I believe in individual liberty and individual responsibility. My main character shares those beliefs, but also suffers a lack of real control. I’ve certainly been wrapped up in the plots of other people and felt helpless or used. I think it’s universal, though, not necessarily a ‘version of me’.

Also, I think if I could go live my life of choice in the virtual, I’d do it in a split second. My protagonist would only do it if he was forced to.

Q. You’ve got three children, sounds like a busy family life. How do you find time to write?

I’m 45 now, so I have a good stretch of time behind me. Over the years I’ve written a big stack of partially finished “things”. Stories, poems, etc. A lot of my production has occurred in the past, when time was a little less precious. These days I sneak a few words in during my lunch breaks – it’s really the only chance I get to sit down and focus on my own thing.

Q. Do you ever hold back because you know you’re kids will be reading your stuff?

No. I’m never embarrassed or coy about what I am, or what I think. We are pretty strict about what digital content they consume, but we’re pretty open about literature. And I try to be honest with my kids, even when it’s difficult.

Q. As an author with a lot of unpublished material, I’m wondering, do you prefer going back to the old stuff you’ve written and updating it, or is it the buzz of writing something new that gets you?

I’ve historically been a little all over the place. Let’s say I have a great idea for a story, like “humanity has slowly turned itself into robots and now must fight the organic remnants of humanity”. Instead of losing that idea forever, I’ll plough through a couple of quick chapters. If the spirit moves me, I’ll write more. If not, I’ll move on to something else.

Sometimes the idea haunts me and I have to go back to something I’d walked away from.

This will sound a little tacky, but The Barrier was a way for me to move through a barrier in my own life; get a work to completion and get it out there. And my new process is one of dedication and determination – either pick a new subject and write it to the end, or grab something from my past and complete it. Either way.

Q. I hear your influences are not exclusively sci-fi. Does it help to take something from writers of other genres? Can it make one’s sci-fi more original?

I love sci-fi, but I also love dark humor, philosophy, religious studies, poetry and satire. It’s impossible to write inside a single genre without being influenced by other genres. I think you’d have very flat characters and a very bland story if you couldn’t reference an internal library of personalities and ideas.

Q. What else influences your writing? Real life? Other forms of art? Music?

Movies are a big influence. I see a lot of my written scenes as images in my head. Like storyboards.

Science news inspires me, as well. I like reading about groundbreaking discoveries or uncovering science I didn’t understand before. It’s inspiring.
 

Q. When reading other sci-fi books or watching movies, do you ever think, damn it, I thought of that idea too? (And does it matter or not if that is the case?)

I do. It actually happened recently. I started writing a story called “The Devil Of Dijon”, which was about a man in World War II having an encounter with a supernatural creature. About two chapters into it, I saw a trailer for a movie called “Overlord” that seemed to have similar themes in a similar place. It bummed me out a little, but it won’t stop me from writing my story.

It doesn’t matter that the film exists because it isn’t just that key idea (‘I met something weird in WWII’) that matters, it’s the story. The people. Growth, change, drama, action, redemption, etc. It’s the details, not the high level idea.

The Barrier has a lot of touchpoints similar to Altered Carbon on Netflix. It isn’t lost on me that there are things there that feel similar. However, my story is about something much different.

Q. Ok, just to finish, tell us a bit more about what we can expect from you in the future.

In mid to late 2019, I’m going to publish a full sized novel called “The Kingdom Calls”. It’s about a man who is being abducted by aliens at night. Eventually he’s had enough, and he figures out how to wake up during one of his abductions. This kicks off an interstellar drama. It has it all: aliens, politics, DNA mutations, conquest, spaceships...it will be a bigger, more mature work.

Early in 2020 I plan to publish the sequel to The Barrier, and possibly the final book in the series by the end of that year.

All this could change, of course, if I get hit hard by inspiration in another area (or life throws me a curve in some other way). The best way to keep up is to check my site https://corplord.com or like my Author page on Amazon or Facebook.

Great answers. Thanks for the interview, Smith Ellis.

For more information, as stated above, you can connect with Smith Ellis via his website here.

July's Art by Clinton Fekler

July's Art by Clinton Fekler

Space Garden

Resistance Base

Dead Trees

Brain Damage

Giant Spores

July's Book - Gunboy by Leighton Dean

July's Book - Gunboy by Leighton Dean

It's gritty, it's British, it's Cyberpunk.

Since 2018 England has been cut in two. The government rules from York, while the South has fallen to ANARCHY.

In 2038; Evan Bell finds opportunity to unite the kingdom - an emergent leader within London’s gangs, wants to talk. But when a medical transport is shot down, violence errupts in the city. His mission doomed, Evan finds hope in an unlikely ally: Bo, a 13 year old assassin.

Chief Whip Oliver Trench uncovers a corporate plot looking to usurp the Prime Minister, one which will test his loyalties between his friend, the PM and his country.

Evan and Oliver must navigate the war torn streets of London, the unravelling of Britain’s government and a shadowy corporation’s play for dominance. The odds are against them, but in London - a child is about to make a difference.

July's Story - Outset by J. M. R. Gaines

Outset

by J. M. R. Gaines

At the time of the Zetan incursion in 2235 Earth’s defenses were rudimentary. The corporations had mainly developed weapons to fight each other, while the vestigial planetary governments aimed their attack devices downward against terrestrial rivals instead of outward against invaders. Only a half-dozen vessels had been suitable to be fitted with the projectors the Thil delegation had brought when they came to alert humans about what they could expect from Zetans re-entering the Sol system. Better this token resistance than slavery and surrender. There was always hope that the mysterious Blynthians whom the Thil described as allies would appear to save the day.

The Thil – grim, taciturn creatures: even from the translators, their voices had a hissing, disquieting quality; closer to things that hadn’t breathed on Earth since before the Triassic. Still, they were at least shaped more or less like humans – they claimed the mysterious Blynthians had sent them to Earth for that reason.

Good God, what must the Blynthians themselves look like?

The Paramount joined a motley human squadron that deployed with three Thil battle cruisers just a month before the second wave of Zetan ships approached Earth’s system. Captain Seb Forestier tried to make the best of his slim chances in the looming battle.

“Li, have we arrived at the defense coordinates?”

The Exec looked grim. “Yes, sir. Just passed thirty thousand kilometers off Ganymede.”

“Weapons systems all functional?”

“Projector units and missiles all read Go. Do you think we’ll actually get a chance to use them? It feels … weird to just be waiting here for the Thil squadron to lure the Zetans into our little trap.”

“Best we can do. Hard enough getting trained to use the projectors without also having to learn the battle manoeuvres the Thil use. As it is, we’re essentially a masked battery poised for the battle to come to us.”

Despite constant efforts to appear imperturbable, Li’s face betrayed concern. “They say the Zetans are genetic tinkerers.”

Ever since the raid on Munich that had been obvious. According to survivors, they came in various forms, sizes, and configurations to abduct the engineers from the Siemens-Bayer Research Complex, wanting the best and the brightest to experiment on. Seb knew … had known some of those people. What had become of them now? Seb could think of nothing to say in response that was true, necessary and kind, so he pretended not to have heard Li’s remark. Sometimes it was best not to respond at all.

“Alert, sir!” the comm interrupted. “Thil c&c reports condition red. Targets heading toward weapons range.”

“Understood. Li, arm missiles and prepare to implement plan Delta on my command.”

As the still unseen Zetans approached, Paramount slid elliptically around Ganymede. The five other Earth ships arched on parallel courses until four Zetan targets, chased by the Thil cruisers, closed to the prearranged point.

Paramount followed plan Delta by changing the order of the line, like a pulling guard, to form a cluster with Absolute and Dauntless. They fired their missiles just before the Zetan barrage met them head on.

“Damage control report!” Forestier barked to the comm.

“Section four breached and sealed, captain,” Damage central responded. “Propulsion inactive.”

Damn! Adrift near Jupiter. “What about our weapons systems?”

“Round two missiles ready to go from waist stations. Projectors still 100%.”

“Envirosystems?”

“Sustainable.”

That meant at least six hours. Not enough time to repair propulsion.

Forestier turned toward his Exec. “We may still be useful, but not for long. Order partial evac. All non essentials to the pods.”

Li hurried to send the order to the affected areas of the ship as her superior worked on a projector strategy with Tactical. On the scope, a Zetan ship that seemed unharmed by the missiles was swinging around to launch another attack.

“Captain, all crew request permission to stay on board.”

“What?” Forestier quickly overcame an instant of rage at their insubordination – a feeling that turned to admiration as he realized his crew were choosing to stay under his leadership till the end. And considering what the Zetans did to their captives. …

“All right, Li. So what do we do other than blast away with the projector units? Might as well try to board. How do we stand for rangers, other than casualties from Section Four?”

“Full complement for two limpets, sir.”

The limpet boarding modules looked like the animals they were named for, truncated cones with a telescoping bottom that could adjust to a variety of shapes to match target hulls. Each carried a detachment of sixteen rangers in combat suits to provide survival in various atmospheric conditions – a happy coincidence that would allow Paramount’s party to be effective in the Zetans’ alien collection of gases.

“Well, launch them ASAP. We’ll fire one projector volley at maximum range and then give them ninety seconds to attach and secure. If they’re not successfully aboard then, we fire at will. Inform Tactical.”

In scarcely a minute Paramount shuddered slightly as the limpets detached and accelerated toward the oncoming Zetan. There had been just enough time for the chaff to spread out to obscure their movement from the enemy. As the projector volley unleashed, its massive power made surprisingly little effect inside the Paramount. Forestier felt nothing until the Zetan response crackled through every electronic circuit on his ship, sparking and blowing panels all over the bridge.

But they were still alive.

His indicator showed environmental was nominal in all remaining sections. As he turned to the scope he saw why. The Zetan had diverted some weapons to engage the limpets. One had disappeared from the screen and as he feverishly searched for the other, he saw with a start that it had managed to attach to the enemy vessel.

Li turned anxiously. “Projectors ready, sir.”

“Hold our fire! Boarding status?”

It was Comm that replied, “Party aboard and engaging target crew. Some casualties. It’s a firefight, sir.”

Nothing was certain. Forestier swallowed and ordered.

“Prepare to fire projectors on my mark.”

The rangers knew when they left what they were risking. Their ninety seconds were almost up.

“Three, two…”

“Wait, sir,” Li shouted. “Boarding party reports multiple hull breaches and target envirosystems disabled. Zetans are cacking all around them and several pods have ejected.

“We’ve won!”

Her enthusiasm and slang marked a rare but welcome change from her usual formality.

Thank God, thought the captain. Then: Instead of incinerating those rangers, we need to think of saving them. “Set scuttling charge and back to the limpet immediately!”

It seemed an age before the Zetan vessel exploded in a nuclear flash and the limpet thumped back onto Paramount’s hull.

The onboard crew welcomed the disembarking rangers with cheers as they emerged from decontamination, naked as jaybirds.

Seven of the team had survived the firefight, though the captain could not afford to rejoice and bask in their victory – this engagement was only part of a much bigger battle.

“Long range sensors! What’s going on out there?”

Comm quickly answered. “Mobile Zetan targets have left the eccliptic and are being engaged by the Thil. They’re corkscrewing all over the place, but it looks like the Thil have the upper hand. One Thil cruiser appears to have some major damage but is still in action. There are Zetan hulls scattered around and several debris fields. Some kind of craft is approaching rapidly from far outside the system. Doesn’t look either Thil or Zetan …”

Maybe this was one of the Blynthians. No wonder the Zetans were breaking off. The Thil had done a good job but even an entire fleet was no match for a Blynthian warship.

Forestier and Li exchanged a look of surprised relief. It seemed Earth would be spared further bombardment and there would be no further hostage-taking by the aliens.

The elation was short-lived, however.

“What about our ships?”

“Sorry to say, sir, we lost Absolute and Dawntreader. Our sister ship Paragon is coming to pick up evacuees or restore environmentals. EVA thirty-five minutes. Admiral Blake is gone and Commodore Surajee has assumed the flag.”

Seb turned to Li. “You have the bridge. I’m going down to medical to see the boarding party, then look at the seal on Section Four. Notify me when Paragon closes in.”

The Exec glanced back at her board. Nominal environment suddenly didn’t seem so bad. With the projectors powered down to half, they might not even need a full evac to the sister ship.

There were a couple of tugs standing off the asteroid belt. Li prepared to summon one and stopped to smile as she realized that humankind’s first space battle, even if it went down as a local skirmish within system, was over.

Seb continued to peer at the sensor screens. For only a second did he permit himself to wonder if among that ship debris out in the system were parts of any of his friends from Munich, or what was left of them.

James F. Gaines and John M. Gaines have been writing science fiction stories for several years as a father and son team under the collective name J. M. R. Gaines. This story takes place in the Forlani Saga universe and the action serves as a prelude to the Life Sentence and Spy Station novels. The Blynthians and Thil play important roles in the latter book. You can connect with J. M. R. Gaines via their blog here (gainesscifi.blogspot.com).