We’ve received our first shipment from the Wespirtech Universe to our cargo bay!
Lunar Cavity is a story about bat-like aliens whose planet is in catastrophic danger. Continue reading “Our first shipment!”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
We’ve received our first shipment from the Wespirtech Universe to our cargo bay!
Lunar Cavity is a story about bat-like aliens whose planet is in catastrophic danger. Continue reading “Our first shipment!”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in The Furry Future, January 2015

The air was too cold and the gravity too strong. But, Druthel liked the cave-like architecture. He was on the moon-world of Kong-Fuzi, a naked rock without even an atmosphere — only a few small atmo-domes, a scattering of boxy, airtight buildings, and a subterranean tunnel complex connecting them all. It circled the planet Da Vinci, capital of the Human Expansion, and it hosted the renowned and arrogantly named Wespirtech, the Western Spiral Arm Institute of Technology. Continue reading “Lunar Cavity”
In Wesley-speak, “Green boon war” translates to either “I want the green balloon” or “There’s a green fork, dinosaur.”
Our stories today take us back to the universe of Wespirtech, a place that we hope you’ll want to visit again in the future. For although this is the last day of our launch event, Deep Sky Anchor has settled into a stable orbit, and rest assured, we expect more shipments of fiction soon. Continue reading “Stable Orbit Achieved”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in The Lorelei Signal, January 2011

Most genies offer three. Where do they get them? The Harvester is an old woman, who wears a four-leafed clover in her locket and a garland of dandelions on her hair. The locket was a gift from a suitor, many years before, bought at the Crossroads Station bazaar. The dandelions have to be supplied fresh, daily. So, she keeps a greenhouse in the aft of her ship. The Harvester tells her genie customers that the wishes she harvests come from the overripe gold flowers gone to fluffy white seed. This, of course, is not true, but the genies love it. Continue reading “Harvesting Wishes”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Luna Station Quarterly, Issue 017, March 2014

“She’s gonna be beautiful,” he said. He was human. I’m human. We were all human. Most of the patronage at the All Alien Cafe is human. Despite it being “all alien.” Anyway…
He was really bragging it up. He was designing a robot, and he had some sort of Pygmalian-hubris-God-complex thing going on. It was annoying as all get-out. I had to pick my moment. Continue reading “My Fair Robot”
When a reader opens a book and starts reading, they’re hoping to get lost in the story, dive in so deep that the words stop being words and start being an entirely new world surrounding them, drawing them in. Of course, you can always close the book and come back home. Sure, it may be 3am, and you’ll be really tired the next day. Still, the real world is waiting for you outside of the story. Continue reading “The Deep Well of Story”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Daily Science Fiction, November 2011

Archive was telling stories at the corner table when Cobalt Starstrong came in. Cobalt looked at the rapt audience, mostly Heffen refugees, and thought about joining them. Archive was a wonderful storyteller, but Cobalt had heard him before. So, he took a seat at the bar.
“Bring me something I haven’t tried before.” Continue reading “Meet Archive”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Bards & Sages Quarterly, Volume IV, Issue 3, July 2012

Dennis took a bow and left the stage for his last time. He gripped arms with his brother and fellow band member; they grinned at each other and agreed it had been a good set. Cameras flashed, and fans shoved photos of him, hopefully, his way. He signed a few autographs, kissed a few girls, and made it to his car. This was the life. His job was being famous and adored, maybe singing a little too. When his day’s work was done, he could head over to a party. There was always a party, every night. Tonight, the party was at the docks, on a house boat. It would be good, lots of new stuff to try… and Dennis tried it. Continue reading “The Opposite of Suicide”
We’re down to the last three days of our twelve-day launch. We’ll be ending on a note of space opera, but before we depart back to the stars, here are two more stories grounded down here on Earth.
“Viewers Like You” is a light-hearted satirical look at television viewership, reality TV, and our future. Also androids. It’s not a story that’s meant to be taken seriously. Simply enjoyed. Continue reading “Two Takes on the Near Future”