Spring Speculative Fiction Short Stories - Page 2

Steve dealt the damp cards onto the folding table. The snowmelt dripped outside. Jenna stared at her hand.

Detective Lane investigates a murder where the cameras see nothing, relying on his failing eyes and a shard.

A group attempts to reclaim a cursed garden as winter shadows warp the reality of their local hall.

Jay faces social exile after a betrayal, discovering a dark way to reclaim his status at any cost.

The portal ripped open above the kiddie pool, spitting out Uncle Dan and a smell like burning ozone.

Maria holds the last liter of Hydros against a mob, her knuckles white against the heavy, clear plastic.

They bumped heads, a glowing tomato exploded, and suddenly his panic about the stove was in her brain.

Silas stood in the center of the kale patch, his bare feet buried deep in the synthetic mulch.

Spring break died the second Jared dropped his lighter on the municipal vibe generator. We broke the town.

I was falling through a city of wet neon, my carpal tunnel throbbing in perfect zero gravity.

Olaf guards a dying flower for a billionaire while his sister's lungs fail in the toxic slums below.

They thought it was human evolution. It was just a corporate firmware update, and it was going live.