By Michael C. Keith
There is only one way of seeing them, and that is,seeing the whole of them.--John Ruskin
Life forms from V12 in the NGC4203 galaxy 10.4 million light years from Earth had inhabited Providence, R.I., for five weeks.
They assumed human appearance and blended well with the local population, even dropping their “Rs” when appropriate.
There were four aliens in all — two females and two males had been created from fabricated human flesh for the mission.
In reality, V12s possessed no gender variations and were autopoietic — self-reproducing.
The terminus of the nanosecond matter transference had been random — not chosen for any reason other than it held a concentrated population of the planet’s dominant species.
Seconds after ...
categorized as Yarns.
Slub Glub Chapter Nine: ‘Evil Words are Spoken’
Slub Glub came back to the coven of witches, who had now gathered around Willowmina and were trying to set fire to her with their torches, which had somehow been relit ...
Confluence: Five Landscapes
Images by David Goldberg [Proofreader's Note: In the urban interior, street art sprouts amid authoritarian architecture like weeds through cracks in concrete, parks and gardens grow wild around the artifacts and intent of ...
Slub Glub Chapter Eight: ‘Buttery Shudders’
"A pox on you!" cackled one of the witches. Her green nose was spotted with warts, and a pointed black hat covered her stringy grey hair. She and her coven of ...
Slub Glub Chapter Seven: ‘What Witches Ride’
Willowmina put one of her branches to her head, and with great exasperation, said, "Hyenas. Fine. If we can get them to stop laughing at you and calling you names, will ...
Tintamarre-ruckus-bedlam-pother-and-brawl, Behave!
By Bosley Gravel It all started when Eugenia looked out the window one Saturday morning and saw children peddle by on their bikes. "Sometimes," she said to Ruth, her partner of four decades, ...
Slub Glub Chapter Six: ‘Masked Marauders Amassed’
After a short trek, Slub Glub and Willowmina came to a marshy area alongside a muddy stream. "There's those blasted bandits," Willowmina spat, pointing one branch towards a hollow log, from which ...
Centaur in Brass 2041
By Jeremy Adam Smith When I was a kid, there were no canals, no vaporettos, no peacekeepers. That San Francisco seems exotically technicolor to me now, like one of those planets the ...
Slub Glub Chapter Five: ‘In Search of Wayward Raccoons’
"Thieves?" Slub Glub queried. "Furry thieves on four legs! That's who's making us cry," one of the willow trees moaned, and the other tress joined in with more piteous wailing. The youngest ...
Slub Glub Chapter Four: ‘Sad and Salty Streams’
From his treetop Slub Glub saw a mass of weeping willow trees crying hysterically; their overflowing tears appeared to be the cause of the recent deluge. A group of about a ...
