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by R. L. Copple They say when you're about to die, your entire life flies past your mind's eye. That's not what I'm experiencing on this battlefield - his sword in my gut, and my blade buried into his chest. Fighting surges around us. Commanders yell orders. It all dims into a pool of abstract sounds and thoughts. Rather, a different focus emerges from the hazy chaos as life drains from my

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by T.J. McIntyre I awoke and the world had changed. It had moved on without me. Naked and cold I emerged from the fluid. I shook and shivered while purging my lungs of embryonic gel. "Good Morning!" a comforting voice resounded. I stood and stared into a free-floating projection screen. Habit and decency forced a reply. A century had passed since I fell asleep. "A wise investment," the

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Current Issue: April/May/June, 2008 #08.14 ~ The Bukler of Big Swaash by Joe Hoskins (3000 words) + An evil enchantress is wreaking havoc in the land, and King Haracson must hire a hero before it's too late! But is the 'back up' champion up to the challenge? You'll find out in this humorous swashbuckling fantasy. “This is the latest copy of the ‘Courageous Quarterly.’ The pages are filled with

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by Josef J. Hoskins King Haracson paced back and forth at the front of his council room. A collection of advisors filled seats around the wall and awaited his address. The king was once a jolly and robust sort, but the past year had left him sour and diminished. “As much as we hate to admit defeat,” the king began, “or spend the coin it requires, we must send for a hero.” “Your Highness,

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by David Rawls The Beginning of a 5 Chapter Novella Read the Conclusion 1 Howard Marlin, aka “Merlin the Mysterious,” noted magician and debunker of claims of the paranormal, received a phone call at 9 o’clock on a Tuesday evening. Nothing unusual there. He had received calls at such times before, usually from his agent who lived out on the West Coast and generally called just before

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by David Rawls The Conclusion to a 5 Chapter Novella Read Parts 1 & 2 3 Terry had been busy the last week. He finally managed to get his chosen group together, more or less. Mark Stapledon had agreed to attend. Don Stafford could not but sent a graduate student, probably to break her in to the endless meetings she would be attending during her career. Oddly, Terry himself did not attend,

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From the Desk of Lyn Perry... March 15 - 31, 2008 Happy Easter! "If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead." ~ Jesus (Luke 16.31, NIV) In this month's issue, I'd like to offer a "Crystal Clear" speculative story that will convince everyone of God's existence! Or will it? You decide by reading Parts 1 & 2 and Parts 3, 4 & 5 of

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From the Desk of Lyn Perry... March 17, 2008 Happy St. Patrick's Day! This Patron Saint of Ireland has such an interesting history, I thought I'd share a bit of it with you this month. First, Patrick wasn't even Irish. He was a Briton, born to Roman parents. Most likely he hailed from the area of the Forest of Dean in West Gloucestershire since the big Irish raids for slaves hit the south coast

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ResAliens (RA) is pleased to interview E.J. Mickels II (EJ) - aka Hisart - in order to showcase some great fantasy art while getting to know the creator of our early March cover, "Reclaimed" (see the wood carving to the left & below). E.J. is a "born-again-biker-artist" and is happily married with six kids. With past stints as a tatooist and welder, as well as four years in the USAF, E.J. is

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by Resha Caner "Isn't it funny?" I asked. "What?" Bob replied as he scrubbed an annoying stain from the countertop. His large eyebrows clung to his forehead like goats on a high mountain cliff. The link between my words and Bob's eyebrows did not escape me, but I tried not to laugh. I meant something else. "Whenever someone thinks of the future, it's always in some exotic far-off place. Why

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by R. L. Copple My foot is stuck! After all these years of space walks, I come out to fix a simple transmitter. And what happens? I get trapped outside our hull half way between Neptune and Pluto! “Steve to Bob, do you read me?” Why doesn’t he answer? Doesn’t he know I’m in trouble? You would think a guy on a space walk would have a little help. Don’t panic. There has to be a way out of

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From the desk of Lyn Perry... February 24, 2008 Happy Intercalary Year! You'll know what I mean on the 29th of this month. Most of the world operates according to the Gregorian Calendar, which was designed to keep the vernal equinox on or close to March 21 (an Easter thing, for those who are curious). The vernal equinox year is about 365.242374 days long (and increasing). Obviously, this

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by Wesley Lambert "Here they come," Linda said, tilting her video camera at an angle to catch the ballet of lights as it swooped overhead. The scent of roasted hotdogs and the sweet yet acrid aroma of illicit hallucinogens wafted on the breeze. The globes in the sky had performed these same maneuvers every evening for a week in Roswell, New Mexico. Four members of the crowd, gathered around us

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by Stoney M. Setzer Shawn Holt, alias the Alabama Hammer, lifted his muscular arms high above his head as the fans below roared in delight. “I am the greatest!” he bellowed. “Nobody can defeat me!” He had just finished dispatching his wrestling opponent, Josh "Cyclone" Blake, in front of an arena packed with rabid fans as well as a live television audience. Of course, his victory came as no

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Residential Aliens Speculative Fiction from the Seven Stars "Untitled" Cover Art © Sarah Perry Issue 7 - January, 2008 1. A Place for the Children ~ by Dan Devine + A Speculative Thriller (2310 words): Young Will awoke to find himself surrounded by toys and children. It was an adventure at first - then the Toy Soldiers came to life. Was it all a dream...or the beginning of a nightmare?"The

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by Dan Devine Will awoke, remembering the sound of a truck horn, deep and low and so loud that he could feel it rattling the bones in his chest. There was something important about that sound, or the events that came right after, but he couldn’t think of what. Then he opened his eyes and gasped in wonder, the notion completely forgotten. For Will found himself in the home of a giant. It was as

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by Kimberly C. Lundstrom The first time it happened, I told Jim I'd just taken my eyes off the road for a moment. I blamed it on the migraine, the sudden pain, the dizziness. I didn't mention the man at all. Truth be told, I hadn't had my eyes on the road, so to speak, for a while. # I was sitting in traffic on the way home from work. The back way took a little longer and there had been a lot

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by William Avett Tom Franklin, age 65, widowed, and retired contractor, lived out west of Wickenburg in a small house nestled at the foot of the Bradshaw Mountains. Almost daily he foraged over the rugged Arizona desert in the hot pursuit of gold, silver, platinum, or anything else of value. Even though Tom enjoyed his prospecting, it was really the adventure itself that made each trip

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by R. E. Diaz Lieutenant Junior Grade Palladia Conté had seen more than enough tragedy for her rank. The commendations in her flawless record said so. Why did she keep reading it? What did it matter anymore? Palli’s eyelids quenched sparkling purple eyes momentarily as she remembered classmates and shipmates who had also weathered loss. She had stood by many of them, offered comfort, been

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by Edward McKeown Tasca the Hunter moved on all fours, in the way of the People. His lean, smoke-gray body blended well with the predawn grayness. Today Tasca hunted not for food, but for something far more important—knowledge. Knowledge to weld his solitary kind into something greater than nomadic hunters. He had not yet been born when the big ones came to his desert world. Strange beings many

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Note from the Editor: Okay, so my PunSpec Story Contest didn't light the world on fire, but I did get some funny stories that I'm happy to share with you now, in no particular order. Enjoy! Lyn Fourth Place: Caller by Stoney Setzer Fifth Place: The Sole of a Giant by Dan Devine Second Place: Over Time by Stoney Setzer Third Place: Tongue Twister by Francis Alexander First Place: Doggone It! by

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Residential Aliens Speculative Fiction from the Seven Stars "Christmas Under Saturn" Cover Art © Max V. Nimos This Issue's Featured Artist Contents Issue 6.5 - Mid-December, 2007 1. Beginnings Part 3 - Confusion in Shinar City ~ by Glenn W. Fisher + A Speculative Biblical Serial (2800 words): Hot off the press of the Shinar City Gazette - Serving the Tigris Euphrates Valley...Shinar City–City

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Beginnings Part 3 - Confusion in Shinar City A Journalistic Journey Through the Book of Genesis by Glenn W. Fisher A Note From the Author: Beginnings is a biblically-based fantasy. The reader is asked to imagine that newspaper reporters were present when Adam and Eve were evicted from the garden and that curious onlookers greeted the Ark when it landed in Armenia. The reporter’s stories reflect

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This issue's interview features Max V. Nimos - an artist, a photographer, and author residing in Texas. ResAliens (RA) is grateful to Max (MVN) for the opportunity to interview him and showcase some of his visual pieces. We at ResAliens are excited to discover artists committed to quality science fiction and fantasy artwork. RA: Max, how would you describe your genre and style? MVN: Ever since

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by Lyn Perry Og was waiting impatiently for the judges to call his name. He could win this competition, he was sure of it. His idea would change the world. Not that the other inventors hadn’t come up with clever breakthroughs themselves. In fact, all four of them were on the most popular show in Paleolithic history, “Neanderthal’s Greatest Inventor!” Og’s friend Thrak was presenting his

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