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Welcome to issue 25, where we take on time travel. This was one of those issues where I really could have done with a time machine to keep e...

by R.S. Bohn A skull that fits entirely in her palm, with the downiest hair. He gasps, a single indrawn breath. Almost louder than the foo...

by Lara Haynes Freed By accident, she learned she could Visit. It frightened her and she stopped. But over time, the desire to Visit aro...

by Clare O’Brien November 5th. She hesitates by the window, wanting to be out there to welcome him off the ship. She can almost feel his d...

by Katie Kent Standing outside the cafe, my heart raced. He’d told the story of how he met my mother again and again. She always stayed qu...

by Voima Oy The woman at the phone store handed Henry back his phone. "I'm sorry," she said. "That model is obsolete. Y...

by Alex Minns “Ten-minute window,” they call. I’m already in my outfit: Victorian butler, again. “Do we know where it is?” I call up to ...

by Joseph Davidson When I was young, Calvin and his tiger taught me a cardboard box could be a time machine. It didn’t work for me. Angry,...

by Sharon Frame Gay She kills me every day. I loop round and round in time, coming back to the moment when she backs her car into me as I ...

by Shannon Bell The blade slices through flesh, seizes another death. My father’s voice echoes inside me; “Prove your worth. Travel, to ...

by Wm. Brett Hill Kip trailed the man through the crowd, intent on what had to be done. There was no time left to put it off.  It had to h...

by Allen Ashley “But we’ve never travelled back that far. The T-force would be unimaginable.” “Listen, son, I’ve seen the Crucifixion, t...

by Karen Hallam The pictures anchor us to the past. Waking from the long sleep, my old body is gone, I slip into a new outer shell. Only...

by John Xero “When are we?” “Do you mean where?” She knew word choice could be difficult. “Or what time is it?” He grabbed her shoulde...

by Christopher Collingwood You can never escape the cold look of fear in a dying man’s eyes, it always pulls you in, clutching for any cha...

by Kelly White An act of violence distends through time and space, thinning the distance between them and me. I slip backwards and forward...