Joe has a migraine so bad it feels like the universe has been crammed into his head. The problem is, it has … Your Averaged Joe is mind-tingling, absurdist sci-fi that will convince you never to go shopping for green lentils again.

At Life Extensions Ltd we guarantee that your death will be painless, or your money back when you’re thawed. And the Cryo Bureau? They won’t suspect a thing… The Cryo Killer is a thrilling sci-fi short that will convince you not to step into the freezer quite yet.

In a world ravaged by undead humans, Q46F lives out its days trapped alone in a bunker. Each day since Master died is the same: feed the bunker wall, sing to the dining table in F major, and put the fridge to sleep. But after waiting 27.03 years, obsessive compulsive Q46F hears a signal. A signal from another. Another Q46F. Falling for Q46F is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi comedy short that will melt even a zombie-proof titanium heart. ——- Categories: frightening psychological horror suspense, metaphysical horror zombie gore, philosophical fiction dark humor, cyberpunk adventure body horror, robot science fiction apocalyptic planet, post apocalyptic america zombie humor, science fiction realms creepy stories

Grandpa doesn’t regret donating his brain to Zoogle. But when Judgment Day arrives and the Vatican possesses the world’s largest search engine, Jesus meddles with Grandpa’s search results. And Grandpa is not impressed. Visiting Grandpa’s Brain is an irreverent sci-fi comedy horror that will dissuade you from keeping your brain anywhere but in your head.

Chris wakes to find that every message delivered to his spam folder comes true. What could possibly go wrong? The Photons in the Cheese Are Lost is an absurdist comedy short. Blue cheese will never taste the same again.

2146. The Battle of Kentucky. When aliens invade earth, there’s only one woman who can save humanity: Agatha Wretched, a halitosis-fueled, husband-beating, pulpit-pounding chicken sexer living in 1908 South Africa. No chickens were harmed (or pleasured) in the making of The Time-Traveling Chicken Sexer, a sci-fi comedy short.

You’d think you’d remember what it’s like on the outside. The fine nuclear dust that cakes your nostrils. The wails of rabbis seeing out the Shabbos. The pale edges of a sunset simmering in the toxic dusk. You’d think you’d remember what it’s like to stand with your Eight legs on the streets of Jerusalem after the Bomb fell. We hadn’t left the bunker in months. But then he stumbled through the airlock. A man with just Two legs. And only one consciousness inside his head. The Man with Two Legs is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi short about finding connection in a world gone mad; but not with a Six. Never trust a Six.

When Harold, not a day over 86, hears that the asteroid is going to hit in 27 days, he doesn’t sink into depression, nor jump off a building, nor move to Hawaii like his neighbors. No, Harold fulfills a dream. Harold decides to open a brothel. F\\king Through the Apocalypse is a short story about loss and redemption … with a hint of fuchsia.

My first memory is of the inside of a cardboard box. It smells of fluorescent light and ancient canyon floors. Bleed Me Silicone is a surreal short about life from the perspective of a bottle of silicone lube. Silky. Brutal.

Twice an hour. Twenty hours a day. Two hundred and eighty johns a week. Standard working hours for a sex bot. I don’t want to sound ungrateful. Someone has to keep the human men happy. Since The Drought, there are no women left to satisfy them – the Ministry decided women make good meat. Anyway, I have two years left on my debt repayments to Sexi Corp, and I need the cash. Then, I’ll be free … or that’s what The Manual says. Dinner with Flexi is a vicious, bite-sized cyberpunk satire. Served with a generous portion of mammary sauce.

The skullcap sits to one side of the chair. Its snaking wires and sensors throw a Medusa shadow against the basement wall. I touch its plastic. Stroke its wiry hair. The Machine gives me everything I want. Or the one thing I want. Life in a woman’s body, under the tangerine glow of the Spiral Arm Nebula. But nothing remains the same for long, not even in the timeless worlds of the Experience Machine. From the author of HEDON, The Experience Machine is a brutal story of identity found and lost. Plug in, baby. You won’t regret it.