Greetings, Subject 48821. Thank you for participating in our study. What we receive from you today is a vital part of our wildlife archive project. On the table, you will find the kit for your cell samples...
When a limo rolled up, the crowd in front of Raphael’s surged, only to fall back, disappointed, when all that emerged was a movie star and a billionaire. Feeling jilted, the movie star blew kisses. The billionaire tossed a handful of Franklins. The crowd scoffed, and looked past them for the next limo...
She was a funny looking bird, Alona thought. A big thing, like an ostrich back home, but her sprint was more a rough tumble due to one leg being somewhat shorter than the other. So Alona called the bird Odd-Leg, and it stuck...
Henry Newman and I had been friends ever since his parents first brought him home from the yard sale. I didn’t care that he was older, and it didn’t matter to me that he couldn’t swim or speak seven languages...
In the twelve years since I took up position as assistant to Monsignor Armand at Holy Cross Church, Govan, I had become used to hearing confessions on a Monday night...
Mrs. Sprague paused in front of the china cabinet when she heard a thunk. “What was that?” she called into the parlor. “Boys?” “Nothing, Mrs. Sprague,” they sang back in unison...
When pump #12 sputters and the needle on its pressure gauge drops out of the green, Smuthagill sighs with relief. He checks the time: fifteen minutes till his shift is done. He shouldn’t need more than five...
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If you are receiving this transmission, I hope it is not too late for you. I am the last of my kind on this world, the last one who remembers the truth. Everyone else, they have forgotten, and become…them...
Matt Connaught wants nothing more than to enjoy life with his new wife, Michelle, and to catch up on lost time with his parents, who were held captive for seven years. As a member of one of the wealthiest families in the Terran Federation, this should be easy. It’s not...
Stupefying Stories emerges from long-term cryosleep with a great new lineup of science fiction, fantasy, political comedy and horror! (There is a difference between those last two. Trust us.) Featuring: • MAKING MONSTERS, by Sarah Read • AT WORK IN THE FIELDS OF THE LORD, by Edoardo Albert...
Just released on Amazon, Audible.com, and in the Apple iTunes store! THE COUNTERFEIT CAPTAIN by Henry Vogel (Unabridged audio book edition) Narrated by Heidi Cox, best known for her work both in front of and behind the camera in the hit web series, Stalking LeVar, The Counterfeit Captain is nearly six hours...
“From a traffic camera on the 405,” Carly’s father said. “Must have been right after your so-called study session.” If Tom Paden was angry, he didn’t show it...
Lance J. Mushung has been one of our regular contributors for years. If you enjoyed “No Accounting for Taste,” you might also want to go spelunking in our archives, to find...
I sat on a bench on one side of the small, battleship-gray drop bay of my patrol cutter, Oliveria. The last month and a half of the patrol had been mind-numbing, but taking a ship of wasters into custody would soon make it all worthwhile...
Captain Nancy Martin expects a lonely death. Passing out as her battle-damaged starfighter bleeds the last of its air, she comes to in the cavernous and deserted docking bay of an unknown starship. Leaving her crippled fighter to seek help, she finds she’s been been scooped up by a gigantic generation ship inhabited by...
I just want to get it over with—have Tina’s family judge my immune song to be lacking and declare that we don’t have a future together. Because that’s what’s going to happen, isn’t it? I swirl my wine, coming close to an embarrassing spill on the Ryans’ pristine polar-hair sofa...
Colin had a white birthmark on his blonde hair and one on his blonde lashes. Blindingly white and full of bones, he looked more like a towering birch than a teenage boy. “You want to know how white I am?” He whispered over the book stacks...
“Do you know how many species of post-arboreal bipeds we have on the conservation list?” the vaguely froglike creature asked. It was the size of a rhinoceros and using its tongue to manipulate a three-dimensional holographic listing of species and their home systems. “Not offhand, no,” Megan said...
“I smelled Jennifer last night, while I slept,” Richard said, staring at the white ceiling. The doctor nodded and wrote on his pad. “And what did she smell like?” Richard closed his eyes. “Her favourite perfume. Plums and roses and the faintest hint of musk. It smelled so real.”...
“My parents are not dead!” Everyone thinks I’m in denial, and have been ever since my parents vanished seven years ago. Everyone thinks I should just shut up, and accept the vast inheritance coming my way. Everyone thinks I should let it go, and get on with my life. Everyone is wrong...
From the creators of Stupefying Stories comes our new sister publication, THEIAN JOURNAL. It’s a bit unearthly—a bit alternative—these are decidedly different from our usual selection of SF/F stories...
When we launched the e-book version of Stupefying Stories, we included a “three years and out” self-destruct clause in the contract. Four years later that self-destruct clause continues to work as designed, so this is your LAST CHANCE to buy...
Eternal fame, top hammock, and a shoe contract all came down to five used drinking straws clutched in the oversized mitt of a slightly inebriated Irishman...