Author
Mario Milosevic
The Last Kiss
Whenever I kissed him, but especially that first time, he tasted of metal: copper and steel. Strange, but not unpleasant. The smell of his spaceship clung to him. It was a mixture of flowers and rotten garbage. Again, strangely uplifting. I don't know what made me want to plant…
The Clex Are Our Friends
INTRODUCTION You are on the winning side of a prolonged and bloody interplanetary conflict. Congratulations! You can thank your planet and its glorious principles, your commanding officers, your buddies in arms, and yourself. Now for the next phase. You have been ordered into…
Faith
Alpha had an immigrant's soul. That's the best way I can describe him to you, who have known him all his life. Alpha was quick to accept blame, easily persuaded by those who are merely sure of themselves, and deeply fearful of authority. None of these things rendered him unfit…