From her climate-controlled pod Rachel reports with desperation: “My hands ache from thumping on the door marked “Help” at the corridor’s end. They’re bleeding; my marks on the door make an exploded rose. Am I alone in this sinking ship, already swallowed alive? I feel no motor, no motion; though ceiling lights glow like little portholes. …

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Takishi stepped out of the shadows and into the warmth of Darshana’s sun. A slow smile spread across his face as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air. So satisfying after the many hours spent inside the freight shuttle. Suddenly, he paused, his breath coming out in a gasp, Takishi …

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The Dream

Kate came slowly out of a deep sleep; and then she remembered last night! Her eyes snapped open and she jerked awake with a panicked gasp; frantically she swiveled her gaze in every direction. No movement. She let her breath out slowly, and then lifted her head, and looked around. She was in a simple, …

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The Door

For no particular reason, the door in the attic had been locked for as long as anyone could remember, nothing malicious was meant, simply no one had a key and no one cared enough to find out what was inside. The door was made of a simple brown wood that matched the paneling on either …

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There goes another one. I write the words, then I seal them away.  The best parts of me, locked in an airtight canister and sent out the airlock.  Mother alone knows what will come of them.  Sometimes I fantasize that someone collects them, reads them and wonders about me, about my glamorous life.  Such a …

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He awoke, entangled in her hair, her arms, her legs. The bed sheets were wound and woven about them like conjoined bandages. When they fell asleep, her resting on his chest, they gradually rolled over to each other’s own side of the bed. Hers being the left, his the right. At an undetermined hour in …

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The Blind Man Carefully, the young maiden maneuvered past mammoth refuse of concrete and steel in order to make her way to the old city. Her people had fled the harsh and brittle land many eons before, when the waters rose, the streets crumbled and the world had quickly turned to rust. Only the Blind …

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Welcome to the first issue of Luna Station Quarterly!

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At Joshua’s words, Ellen felt her back go rigid. She didn’t look up from the dishes she was washing. “What happened to the games I just bought you?”

“I’ve already played them at least a hundred times.”

She somehow doubted that, since they’d just come home with a bag full of new discs for his Xbox two days earlier. Trying to ignore the chill that traced its way down her spine, she said, “The TV? I know there have to be lots of channels you haven’t watched yet.”

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Women, girls, science fiction, epic fantasy. These words don’t always go together well, and I’m looking to change that. In short, that is why I started Luna Station Quarterly. The longer version of why is a little more wordy.

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