An active e-zine of one shot short stories, around 1000 characters in length, set in near contemporary times preferably, with scifi tendencies. Curated by Erik Chevalier. Visit the new main site!. Mobile?Tumblr (3.0; @burstfic)http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/06/the-space-diaries-of-earthborn-maggie/">The Space Diaries of Earthborn Maggie</a>: <em>“Tongue Please.”</em> Maggie could program her toothbrush to sound like whomever she wanted, and today it greeted her with the voice of Jonathan Powers, the teen idol of the millennium.  She rolled her…http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/38605399http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/38605399Mon, 16 Jun 2008 05:19:42 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/06/aegis-library/">Aegis Library</a>: <div class="entry-content"> <p>Shelly was the Librarian, and she hated it.</p> <p>The Library was what they called the storage complex for souls. Or at least, the transcoded neural nets of Marauder victims who had been copied and…</p> </div>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/38335096http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/38335096Fri, 13 Jun 2008 18:33:39 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/06/the-divide/">The Divide</a>: <div class="entry-content"> <p>“Did you see the news today?” Jan asked me, with that look on her face that told me whatever it was, she didn’t like it.</p> <p>“No, why?”</p> <p>“They’ve just invented a robotic human brain, it’s the last…</p> </div>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/37847993http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/37847993Tue, 10 Jun 2008 03:56:17 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/06/sleeper/">Sleeper</a>: <div class="entry-content"> <p>She watched him lazily as they lay entwined on the bed. Her fingers traced along his jawline, back and forth before brushing them gently across his lips. The feathery touch elicited a ghost of a…</p> </div>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/37847994http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/37847994Tue, 10 Jun 2008 03:56:17 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/06/held-up-at-customs/">Held Up At Customs</a>: <div class="entry-content"> <p>They wanted his pinky finger at customs.</p> <p>At first, he’d thought maybe they just wanted a print or a blood sample. But then, he’d seen what happened to the tentacle of the sapient in line ahead…</p> </div>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/37847995http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/37847995Tue, 10 Jun 2008 03:56:17 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/06/one-princess-in-amber/">One Princess In Amber</a>: <div class="entry-content"> <p>I woke at midnight on the day of my one hundredth birthday.</p> <p>Some sound, perhaps some presence, had stirred my mind. I could see no one in the shadows of my bedroom, but that meant little….</p> </div>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/36856605http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/36856605Mon, 02 Jun 2008 00:03:44 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/the-many-names-of-the-maker/">The Many Names of the Maker</a>: <div class="entry-content"> <p>“So do you have a name, or do I get to call you <strong>God</strong> from now on?” quipped Dreanna.</p> <p>“A name…” He replied almost absentmindedly. He had <em>several</em> names, countless names throughout the eons. So…</p> </div>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35882331http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35882331Sat, 24 May 2008 01:50:42 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/forced-improvements/">Forced Improvements</a>: <p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>A <a href="http://infocalypse.ning.com/" target="_blank" onclick="urchinTracker('/outgoing/infocalypse.ning.com/?referer=');">Saijo City</a> based short story.</em></p> <p>The last thing Commons saw before the concussion wave hit was code he’d been focussed on writing for the last several days. Then there was nothing but the high…</p>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273216http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273216Sun, 18 May 2008 20:04:16 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/limits-of-immortality/">Limits Of Immortality</a>: <p>“Do you remember the first time you were badly hurt?”</p> <p>“Not really. Don’t we all experience our share of scrapes and bruises in childhood?”</p> <p>“No, that’s not what I mean. Have you ever suffered an…</p>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273217http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273217Sun, 18 May 2008 20:04:16 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/leaving-las-marsas/">Leaving Las Marsas</a>: Robert slowly boarded the waiting transport, bandaged fingers struggling to grasp the worn hand railing as he struggled up the metal steps. Like everything else on this world, they were covered with…http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273214http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273214Sun, 18 May 2008 20:04:16 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/grumplers/">Grumplers</a>: <p>My first impression of the place was not so great.</p> <p>“Where are the chairs?” I asked. “I need a place to sit down.”</p> <p>“They don’t have chairs,” Cap told me. “They can’t use ‘em.”</p> <p>“What does that…</p>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273215http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273215Sun, 18 May 2008 20:04:16 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/a-night-out/">A Night Out</a>: <div class="entry-content" style="padding-left: 30px;"> <div class="entry-content"> <p>“Yes that’s right.” she said. “In the old days you needed quite a lot of ‘money’ just to survive. ‘Cost of living’ they called it then. It was sort of barbaric, people starving and living on…</p> </div> </div>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273208http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273208Sun, 18 May 2008 20:04:15 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/toys/">Toys</a>: Jamie’s new spectral eyes tasted like tamarinds that had been reconstituted by liquid helium. With lead fingertips she touched the new water and was electrified by the gracious pulses of ancient…http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273209http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273209Sun, 18 May 2008 20:04:15 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/alexis-lunch/">Alexi’s Lunch</a>: The roof top door crashed open & Alexi burst out, kinetically amped up & ready to fly. He dove through the a gap in the safety barrier, hit a ramp at full speed, the magnetic bumpers of his board…http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273210http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273210Sun, 18 May 2008 20:04:15 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/tempest/">Tempest</a>: <p>“Oh gee, another wave.”, Captain Theurer muttered sarcastically. Swarms of the creatures were coming up towards him from the center of another wormhole.</p> <p>A few days earlier, Earth’s Defender Squad…</p>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273211http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273211Sun, 18 May 2008 20:04:15 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/free-for-all/">Free For All</a>: In January, the time-travelers began appearing in droves. They wore the garb of many different centuries. Most wandered aimlessly, gawking at the sights or fiddling with their various recording…http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273212http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273212Sun, 18 May 2008 20:04:15 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/an-eye-on-the-mat/">An Eye On The Mat</a>: <p>“Have you been injured since we became…what we are?”</p> <p>“A couple of times. Why?”</p> <p>“What did it feel like?”</p> <p>“Painful.”</p> <p>“No I meant as they repaired you.”</p> <p>“Well, the first time, I was in a major car…</p>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273213http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/35273213Sun, 18 May 2008 20:04:15 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/a-world-forgotten/">A World Forgotten</a>: <div class="entry-content"> <p>He had seen them before while on the hunt, but it felt again as if it for were the first time.</p> <p>Who had they been—the four men these massive granite faces represented and which had been carved…</p> </div>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/34835118http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/34835118Wed, 14 May 2008 16:42:38 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/kayla/">Kayla</a>: <div class="entry-content"> <p>“How close?” We could be famous, and rich if we could get a good scan of the first aliens ever encountered.</p> <p>“Real close. Their signal only traveled for a couple of kiloseconds.” With her head…</p> </div>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/34726713http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/34726713Tue, 13 May 2008 19:03:08 -0700<a href="http://burstfiction.com/2008/05/nanosentry/">Nanosentry</a>: <p>Grax772A awoke with a start.</p> <p>A rumbling pitch of the ground beneath him shook his tiny body and sent it flying off the molecular awnings, along with at least a thousand of his compatriots, their…</p>http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/34721247http://burst.trajectoryscifi.com/post/34721247Tue, 13 May 2008 17:59:58 -0700