SFReader 2003 Story Contest First Place Winner Okay, I admit it. I had this… this affair with a cartoon–an animated babe. I don’t mean she was hyper, I mean she was a drawing–you know, not real. No, that’s wrong. She was real all right, but she was a real cartoon, like …
SFReader 2003 Story Contest Second Place Winner Jaret Lazarus forced his eyes to remain open as the Pantheron burned through the entry atmosphere of Socorro. He rested his hand on his upper thigh, a few centimeters from the two rows of five buttons on his belt. The interior of the ship …
SFReader 2003 Story Contest Third Place Winner Francis Morgan, though an accomplished agent, did not much care for the idea of being plucked down at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay an hour before dawn. He understood all the justifications, of course. The last shipwreck that he could have conceivably …
SFReader 2003 Story Contest Honorable Mention “Did you have enough to eat? Are you wearing that? Are you ready?” “Dad!” “I’m sorry, honey, it’s just that with your mother gone, I feel responsible–” “I’ll get it!” Helen slipped out of her chair with balletic grace and ran to answer the …
