The Winchester Model ‘87 tore the first moon man in half at close quarters. The ancient shotgun had been a family heirloom and, legend had it, was successfully utilized in a bank robbery fifty some odd years ago down Tucson way. The relic still packed a powerful punch, as the bloody remains of the unwelcome visitor attested to.

Old man Glanton took another space critter down before what survived of their small party escaped in a silvery flying disc. Glanton spat tobacco into the dust and reckoned he’d better put on some fresh coffee before Bobby returned with the horses.

From Guest Contributor, Horrorshow

I’m not one to hold grudges but there are some things you can’t forgive. First it was the constant stare-downs. I wanted to stab a spear clear through him, just to make him go away for even a second. I would close my eyes, but I knew he was still there, judging and taunting. He’d mock me daily according to some fucked-up schedule of his. I’d had enough.

That’s why I started this war with the moon, a war that won’t end until one of us has been ripped from his orbit and flung into the far reaches of space.

Captain Zerxes watched as three Galactic Frigates closed in on their position. With the hyperdrive destroyed, escape at light speed was impossible.

“Don’t forget,” the captain lectured. “We may have failed in this timeline, but upon entering the worm hole we created multiple realities. We will succeed in at least one of them. It’s simple mathematics.”

Genre: Science Fiction

Even in childhood, William George dreamed of traveling in space. Rather than play outside, he would read science magazines. Instead of trips to the zoo, he built telescopes.

Thirty years later, he still has never been to the zoo. How could he go to the primate house knowing that chimpanzees have been to outer space, but not him?