Here’s some fresh fiction from our Fall Issue. (Click each title to read the full piece.)
“Asher had almost been blown apart by an improvised explosive device while fighting separatists on Luna. He had lost his limbs, part of his pelvis, and suffered major head injuries. He had survived but based on the HARM rating, a scale the military used to identify the level of ‘humanness’ a person retained after cyborg augmentation, he was at forty-seven percent, three percent below what was necessary to qualify as human and thus receive VA benefits.”
The fixed tug of the harness in his groin was a familiar feeling from his days as a jumper. He looked over his shoulder and scanned the dusty pink horizon.
“He learned about whorehouses. No one talked about home, girlfriends and wives, or anything else like that. And no one cared about Boston.”
"In case you haven't noticed already, doc; I'm not an average woman. I don't do average shit. I joined the Marines because they're the hardest branch. If I wanted an easy life, I would have gone to college like you."
“The coffee steamed as it poured out of the pot. Under the bar, Grant toyed with the black memorial bracelet on his left wrist. He had never grown used to its feel, despite a few years of wearing it.”
Thank you for reading,