Category: The Future

  • Short Fiction from The Future: “No God Just Google” by Nicholas Rys

    Short Fiction from The Future: “No God Just Google” by Nicholas Rys

    Part 1: Man vs Nature After the president was eaten alive by bears on national television the country fell into various states of dilapidation. In a rare moment of unity, both fans and critics agreed it was a riveting and appropriate end to what ultimately culminated in both a condescending and overextended stay. The survivalist-themed…

  • “The Other Iras: A Multiverse Essay,” nonfiction from The Future by Ira Sukrungruang

    “The Other Iras: A Multiverse Essay,” nonfiction from The Future by Ira Sukrungruang

    Ira finds an anthill, and instead of burning it, he watches the slow, tedious work of carrying a crumb into the earth. In this way, he learns the true meaning of weight loss. Ira burns his steak and the pan that cooks the steak and the kitchen where he is cooking the steak. The fire…

  • Poetry from The Future: “I am amputated on the edge of this black hole” by Jayme Russell

    Poetry from The Future: “I am amputated on the edge of this black hole” by Jayme Russell

    my singularityinjected wet wearmakes me robotichand flexingfeel the mechanicalbrain feedbackif I grab you tightlyI can feel youeven though I don’t have youjust like I am realyou are realrewiring to adjust for new appendagesplug into the networklearn new tasksimprove my understandinga radical alteration Jayme Russell is the author of two chapbooks: PINKification (dancing girl press, 2017)…

  • The Future: Two Fictions by Liza St. James

    The Future: Two Fictions by Liza St. James

    I Didn’t Get to My Rage Yet I saw the man with the kid having too much fun together to be related, or else to see each other often. The uncle or the estranged father was telling the kid about a band he knew that ate kids on stage. Do they really? For real? The…

  • Three Disaster Movies from The Future: Poems by Lucas Pingel

    Three Disaster Movies from The Future: Poems by Lucas Pingel

    Disaster Movie At the edge of the locust storm our toes Make a quiet music a prayer for broken Wings go further than the natural cadence A new word to signal an unplanned spring We remember it as holy another way Our knuckles speak to one another Walls once smooth and white pages Once smooth…

  • The Future: “Anything Can Be a Weapon,” a collaborative short story by Dana Diehl & Melissa Goodrich (from The Classroom)

    The Future: “Anything Can Be a Weapon,” a collaborative short story by Dana Diehl & Melissa Goodrich (from The Classroom)

    When the zombies overtook the Lakeshore School District, the Dads were the first to go. They were crossword Dads. Whiskery and near-sighted. They were dads with novelty bowties. Some say the zombies took the Dads first because they were the strongest, because the zombies were building an army and needed strong soldiers. But we know…

  • The Future: Four Illustrations by Selene dePackh

    The Future: Four Illustrations by Selene dePackh

    *Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Illuminated Passages 11-a Illuminated Passages 25 PTSD 2nd Restatement PTSD 3rd Restatement Selene dePackh creates innovative story lines that expand the science fiction genre of cyberpunk into an entirely new subcategory which she calls Neuropunk, which draws on her own autism to immerse the reader in a…

  • A Short Story from James Brubaker’s Black Magic Death Sphere: (Science) Fictions: “H.G. Wells and The Present Crisis in Human Affairs”

    A Short Story from James Brubaker’s Black Magic Death Sphere: (Science) Fictions: “H.G. Wells and The Present Crisis in Human Affairs”

    Sometime in 1935: Imagine Herbert George Wells sitting on a stack of wood in a soundstage at Worton Hall in Isleworth. He watches an army of carpenters build a façade of the future out of cheap wood while he awaits the arrival of his film’s set designer, Vincent Korda. The carpenters swarm around Wells, every…

  • Jacqueline Boucher Poetry: “Radioactive”

    Jacqueline Boucher Poetry: “Radioactive”

    In the aftermath, the first things to grow are the horns. We fleshy ibex in threadbare sweaters clash in subcutaneous bump and grind, in hemorrhage & broken bone. I leave one eye at the foot of a gutted soda fountain, tin of ravioli clutched in my fist like pennies. Before: we got gas there, swapped…