The Stories

By Alistair Lloyd

If you need to catch up, please read Part 1 at  the National Library Archive

Point Gestalt

“Wake up, Hammer.”sfgenre

I’m dreaming, and this time it’s a full sensory masterpiece. 

I’m grapple-locked onto the roof of the transport as we skate along above the scrub line. A fading orange and deep blue glow the backdrop for our passage, a wake of dust curling out from beneath our impellors. A lovely night for a drive in the country.

Raj is navigating. His focussed features bathed in vector lines from the console, beret at a jaunty tilt and his Engineers Corp insignia throwing reflective sparks onto the roof.

By Yukari Kousaka — Translated by Toshiya Kamei

sfgenreHolding onto the sides of the toilet seat, I noisily choked, gagged, and retched.

Something warm surged from my stomach and flooded my throat. The strawberry ice cream I’d eaten at noon spurted into the toilet bowl, covering my tongue with a sticky coat of milk.

I can’t get used to it. I just can’t. This landscape, this touch, this feeling...Everything seemed out of whack.

By Ben Heriot

sfgenreEver since she was little, she’d had a friend on the other side of the wall. She would tap with her fingernail and get a reply. Over time, the series of taps and scrapes became more complicated. She would draw pictures with grand sweeps and sharp corners, knowing full well that from the sound alone, anyone hearing from the other side could see her picture in all its detail. Sounds like a shading pencil made her pause with wonder. 

Now, out in the woods and the snow, she had tied the artefact onto a sled taught with frayed rope. She was standing out in the sleet. The artefact was unreasonably large, protective insulation and atmospheric shielding littered the ground. Reality altered and shifted in its wake.

By Chris Karageorge

sfgenreDaily at 3pm the Kipple Cube’s sensors scan Kora and Danny’s estate home for rubbish, missing items, things out of place and “just stuff” as the salesperson stated. 

“Stuff you didn’t know you missed, stuff you didn’t know you had and stuff you probably don’t need. Every one of our estate homes has a Kipple Cube, they are all networked and work on a schedule. When you leave, it cleans for you. You’ll never have to tidy up again. Ever.” 

After eight months in the Sandia Estate, seven more estates were nearing completion around Sandia, separated by fields of granite thorns and other odd structures.

By Daniel McKay

sfgenre“Tell me again who sent you,” the old geezer said. “And don’t lie. I’ll know if you’re a featherfoot.”

“Who said I was sent?” Laura responded. “Friend of mine at the pub told me about a bloke with a few retired syntax protocols up his sleeve. I did some digging and, well, here I am.”

“Here you are.”

Not sardonic, just noncommittal.

By Jack Mackay Stanhope

sfgenreNana was always adamant she was being haunted, and she swore she knew exactly who her ghost was. My great-grandmother, Odette Innit, was Tainted. From how I understand the story, she joined Eve’s faithful after my great-grandfather was taken by the Wailing Tower. Nana was spared the mark. In fact, she barely knew her mother. Odette was there for all the big ones: the Flaying and the House of Song and, finally, the Wailing Tower itself. Whatever she did there, her lover never came back. While she was away, Nana was mostly raised by the Delauts, who had taken in a couple of children while their parents crusaded. Now two generations on I see Lindsay Delaut at least once a week.

Nana likes to say her true mother was Eve. She was fervent, even by the standards of those times. When the call came on the day of the Great Oblation, she walked out onto the street and called for men to come take her sleeping mother. Stepping up to the pyre, Odette cursed her daughter.

By Bart Meehan

sfgenrePiss off. I don’t want a cup of tea. 

Tea! More like cat’s piss. The cheap bastards reuse the tea bags to save money. 

Besides, she wouldn’t have come near me if you weren’t here. All she wants is to get on TV and smile at the camera like a fat Florence Nightingale. 

Where was I?…oh yes, that’s right.

By Kevin J. Phyland

sfgenreStaring through the telescopic sight from a distance of about two hundred metres it was difficult to tell just what the Archan drone soldier had strapped to its midsection. Usually it was a kinetic improvised explosive device but occasionally they had eschewed the KIEDs for something far more appalling. 

The main Archan hive must have been buried fairly close by, as the number of its two-legged, two-armed drone creatures had been steadily increasing. We'd killed two yesterday, just on dusk, which had been carrying undisguised bombs, but their numbers dropped off quickly at night. Apparently they couldn't see worth shit in the dark. Lucky for us.

By Botond Teklesz

sfgenre“Soon she will come alive,” said Rhamses. 

The tombstone inside the brightly lit giant room of the pyramid opened, and an extremely beautiful blue skinned woman came floating out and hovered there about one metre above the ground. She opened her yellow eyes and oriented herself vertically, the soles of her feet a few centimetres above the floor.

The pharaoh's eyes protruded beyond their orbits. 

By R.E. Diaz

sfgenreThe loose wrappings at my wrist and neck flutter like flags of war in the wind. Hand over hand I turn and face the rocky wall of the precipice. I have to pull up; but my sinews do not remember how. I look down again and wonder if that too will be my end.


When the earthquake came, shattering the silence of my sleep, she was there. I awoke in the wrong place: not among gods but trapped in the darkness, pinned under the weight of fallen granite. And a child heard my cry. She risked getting crushed. Piece by piece she cleared the rubble. With the edge of a shovel, she broke the seal, opened the casket and pulled me out. 

As the earth trembled again, she gathered Xapi, Imsety, Duamutef, and Qebehsenuef and held them close to her heart; and I understood when she said, “We need to go, hide deeper.” Her heart gave me the strength to crawl until the angry bellows were muted to a whisper by sand and stone. And there we waited and there we spoke. Her name is Elektra.

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mark web 200Mark Webb's midlife crisis came in the form of attempting to write speculative fiction at a very slow pace. His wife maintains this is a good outcome considering the more expensive and cliched alternatives. Evidence of Mark's attempts to procrastinate in his writing, including general musings and reviews of books he has been reading, can be found at

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In The Next Issue...

Coming In Issue 279

The Gold Farm
By Nick Sheppard

Push Button
By Eric Farrell

Abject Offspring
By Chris Karageorge

By Rebecca Douglas

Establishing a Precedent
By Wes Parish

Fly Trap
By GA Thresh

I Just Wanted to Get to Titan on Time
By Kristina T. Saccone

Lady in Red
By Harris Coverley

Let Me Go (Honey oh)
By Catherine Rockwood

Meteorites Strike Twice
By Chad Bolling

By PS Cottier

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Carolyn's work spans devising, performance, theatre-in-education and a collaborative visual art practice.

She tours children's works to schools nationally with School Performance Tours, is a member of the Bathurst physical theatre ensemble Lingua Franca and one half of darkroom — a visual arts practice with videographer Sean O'Keeffe.

(Photo by Jeremy Belinfante) 

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garry dean narratorGarry Dean lives on the Mid Coast of New South Wales Australia, and has been a fan of SF for most of his natural life. Being vision impaired, he makes good use of voice recognition and text to speech in order to write. Many of his stories have appeared in AntipodeanSF over the years, and his love of all things audio led him to join the narration team in 2017.

You can read examples of Garry's fiction on his website <>

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mark english 100Mark is an astrophysicist and space scientist who worked on the Cassini/Huygens mission to Saturn. Following this he worked in computer consultancy, engineering, and high energy research (with a stint at the JET Fusion Torus).

All this science hasn't damped his love of fantasy and science fiction. It has, however, ruined his enjoyment of rainbows, colourful flames on romantic log fires, and rings around the moon. He has previously been published in Stupefying Stories Showcase, Everyday Fiction, Escape Pod, Perihelion and also on AntipodeanSF where he is part of the narration team.

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tim borellaTim Borella is an Australian author, mainly of short speculative fiction published in anthologies, online and in podcasts.

He’s also a songwriter, and has been fortunate enough to have spent most of his working life doing something else he loves, flying.

Tim lives with his wife Georgie in beautiful Far North Queensland. For more information, visit his Tim Borella – Author Facebook page.angle mic

timonthy gwyn 100Timothy Gwyn is a professional pilot in Canada, where he flies to remote communities. During a lull in his flying career, he was a radio announcer for three years, and he is also an author.

In addition to short stories at AntipodeanSF and, his SF novel is available internationally in print and ebook formats. "Avians" draws on his love of alternative aviation to tell the tale of a girl who runs away from home to join a cadre of glider pilots on a world without metal or fossil fuels.

On Twitter, he is @timothygwyn, and his blogs are at <>.

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alistair lloyd 200Alistair Lloyd is a Melbourne based writer and narrator who has been consuming good quality science fiction and fantasy most of his life.

You may find him on Twitter as <@mr_al> and online at <>.


geraldine borella 200Geraldine Borella writes adult short stories and stories for children and has been published in anthologies for both. In 2018, one of her children’s short stories placed second in The Buzz Words Short Story Prize and she won an ASA Emerging Writer’s Mentorship. She currently works part-time as a hospital pharmacist and as an online creative writing tutor.

She’s fascinated by stories that expand upon today’s technology, addressing the moral and ethical issues that might arise. Equally, she enjoys the creative freedom that writing for children allows. Right now, she’s writing a young adult novel, reworking a middle grade novel and writing adult short stories when inspiration strikes. She lives with her husband, Tim, in Yungaburra, Far North Queensland and dreams of one day taking a European gap year.

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sarah pratt 200Sarah Pratt is an avid fiction writer and a Marketing Consultant.

She is currently working on her first novel but loves diving into short stories to bring a little lightness, intrigue or humour to the day.

Her work has appeared in Sponge Magazine and The Commuting Book.

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lauriebell 2 200Laurie Bell lives in Melbourne, Australia. She was that girl you found with her nose always buried in a book. She has been writing ever since she was a little girl and first picked up a pen. From books to short stories, radio plays to snippets of ideas and reading them aloud to anyone who will listen.

She is the author of The Butterfly Stone and The Tiger's Eye (YA/Fantasy) White Fire (Sci-Fi) and The Good, the Bad and the Undecided (a unique collection of short stories set during the events of White Fire/Sci-Fi). 

You can read more of her work on her blog <> Look for her on Facebook <> or Twitter: <@LaurienotLori>

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ed erringtonAlthough a writer of the baby boom persuasion, Ed has not boomed for quite a while.

He lives with his wife plus a menagerie of non-domesticated — native Australian animals intropical North Queensland.

His writing within the ‘real’ science fiction context of COVID-19 is intermingled by long night sky vigils — searching for pesky aliens intent on maintaining their social distance to the nth degree.

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The Contributors

Ben lives in Canterbury, New Zealand, and is currently completing an honours degree in English.

Having read and watched a variety of science fiction for as long as he can remember, the genre has worked its way into his writing and seems to have stuck.

This first publication is inspiring, and there will be more stories to come!

daniel mckayDaniel McKay teaches at Doshisha University, Japan.

He is no good at writing catchy bios, preferring instead to horse around and watch the world go by.

He neighs objectionably when politicians make asses of themselves, but, against the odds, does not believe the world is going to hell in a haybasket.

yukari kousaka 200Born in Osaka in 2001, Yukari Kousaka is a Japanese poet, fiction writer, and essayist.

Translated by Toshiya Kamei, Yukari’s writings have appeared in The Crypt, New World Writing, and The Wondrous Real Magazine, among others.

jack stanhope 200Jack Mackay Stanhope originates from Newcastle, New South Wales.

After graduating high school he joined the Royal Australian Navy as a Maritime Warfare Officer and passed through the Royal Australian Naval College in 2018. As of 2021, he is in his last year of studying a Bachelor of Arts with majors in Politics and Indonesian Studies at the Australian Defence Force Academy.


chris karageorge 200Chris Karageorge is a lover, brother, son, neighbour and a keen observer of all things in sight. 

He reads, writes and cooks in his spare time and dreams of coffee darker than a moonless night. 

He is from Melbourne, Victoria and can be found walking his pug Monty during the weekends.


rudy diaz 200A Physicist in Engineer’s clothing, Rudy worked 20 years in the Defense Aerospace Industry, from performing Lightning Protection analysis on the Space Shuttle to the design of Radar Absorbing Materials. He then joined Academia as a Professor of Electrical Engineering, where for another 20 years he attempted to infect unsuspecting students with a love for Maxwell’s equations.

Since High School he has spent most of his free time either writing Science Fiction or trying to figure out how to make Science Fiction a reality. (His students' latest work has led to the realisation of efficient RF antennas that radiate using true magnetic (not electric) currents.)

His speculative fiction short stories have appeared in Residential Aliens, Ray Gun Revival, The Untold Podcast, and Antipodean SF. He blogs on the subjects of Science, Religion, and their intersection. The rest of his work is in the peer reviewed Physics and Engineering literature.

Rudy has also been involved in Jail Ministry for about 30 years. He and his wife Marcy live in Phoenix, Arizona.

Links: <>

Toshiya Kamei holds an MFA in Literary Translation from the University of Arkansas.

His translations have appeared in venues such as Clarkesworld, The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, and World Literature Today.

alistair lloyd 200Alistair Lloyd is a Melbourne based writer and narrator who has been consuming good quality science fiction and fantasy most of his life. 

You may find him on Twitter as <@mr_al> and online at <>.


botond t 200Sometimes I can see what others don't.

Sometimes I listen to the silence and Iknow there is way too much of it down here in the countryside.

All the trees grass wooden gates and sleepwalkers are letting me down.

Very rarely I go out to thefront yard in the night and look at the stars. And I can feel in my guts it is allgoing to sink down the drain.

I look at the photo of my nephew whom I have not seen for 5 years.

I look into the mirror and see my white hair at 45.

Then I stare at the cross on the wall and I want to puke.

Somebody has already decided for me in a nice kind of way.

Too many pieces of the puzzle missing.


Bart Meehan is a Canberra writer who has published a number of short stories in publications such as Hello Horror, Aurealis and AntiSF. He has also had a number of radio plays produced for national community radio — now available as podcasts at <> as well as stage plays performed in Canberra and Sydney Short and Sweet Festivals.

Bart recently published a novella called The Parting Glass, about the experiences of 5 men and women during World War 1.


ps cottier 200PS Cottier is a poet who lives in Canberra, with a particular interest in speculative poetry.

She has been published widely at home and in Canada, England, New Zealand and the USA.

Two of her horror poems were finalists in the Australian Shadows Awards for 2020. Her latest books are Monstrous, which is a volume of speculative poems, and Utterly, which is non-genre.

PS Cottier is the Poetry Editor at The Canberra Times and blogs at <>


kevinjphyland 200Old enough to just remember the first manned Moon landing, Kevin was so impressed he made science his life.

Retired now from teaching he amuses himself by reading, writing, following his love of weather and correcting people on the internet.

He’s been writing since his teens and hopes he will one day get it right.

He can be found on twitter @KevinPhyland where he goes by the handle of CaptainZero and his work is around the place if you search using google or use the archive.