Pohraen’s childhood was dominated by the interminable war on her planet; only the music of the 100th Day gatherings could lift her mood. Then, in a last desperate arms race,[...]
Every night I strolled the same path, looking for him. The nights were getting colder. Even in the short time I was out, my fingers were aching from it, and[...]
In the 1930’s 52nd Street between Fifth and Sixth Avenue was home to the speakeasy. In the 2030’s it’s all about the breakdowns, where they mix biochem cocktails and spark[...]
At least Mom doesn’t walk me all the way to the door. That would be so embarrassing!… They can be stolen away and terrible things can be done to them…[...]
I’d spotted Carey. He heard the Whirring too. He’d grabbed my baseball bat out of the front seat, and now he was standing, braced against the open passenger side door,[...]
You thought that was the sun rising over Saturn and ain’t that a sight when really a superflare of magnesium was covering the approach of a creepy-creeper. And by the[...]
They weren’t family in the office. It wasn’t a brotherhood. They weren’t even friends. But they’d all been assigned a singular shitty fate, and that made them the same. When[...]
Variant Frequencies – Your speculative fiction dial. Find us at https://www.variantfrequencies.com Variant Frequencies is a podcast that stretches the entire bandwidth of genre fiction, modulated by a constant element of[...]
