Our latest story
“Because stopping time isn’t convincing.”
“I believe you have a time machine. Prove you’re me.” I tried again to straighten my head. “If you’re me, you know how.”
He smiled, sort of, anxious lines softening around his mouth. Would I become this sour-faced man? “And I know you’ve thought this through. Three secrets nobody knows.”
“Now, only things I’d never tell any—”
“In the treefort with D’arcy. What you threw in the library window. And that red-haired girl from choir.”
“Ouch,” I said. I wasn’t talking, not exactly, but he could hear me. “Okay, I wish I’d forgotten those.”
“Never did.” He rubbed the purple scar across his forehead. Since I couldn’t look out the windscreen of the van, I kept looking at him. At myself. I should smile more, or my two happy twins would grow up to be worried children. Smile more…parents have strange responsibilities.
“So,” he said, “do you believe me now, or should I mention the red sports bag you hid—”
“You’re me,” I said, too loud, and he stopped. “So—huh. So we did it. We invented time travel—well then, listen, about the friction battery…”
“You stop working on that today,” he said. “Just time travel, from now on. And it takes you ten more years.”
“Wait,” I said. “Should you tell me details like that? What about paradox? If I stop trying because I can’t fail—if I do that, would I fail?”
He reached to touch the scar again, then lowered his hand with a jerk. “You won’t fail, and you won’t stop trying. As long as you believe me, you will keep trying.” He glanced into the back seat, where the twins were safely buckled into their little seats.
Bad News from the Future – Angus Cervantes
The Lost Heirs of Rose McAlder – Kate Lechler
Just Five Minutes – George Allen Miller
Chambers of the Heart – B. Morris Allen
“Can I get five for fifteen?” an old man said. Jerome looked up from the sidewalk and into the old man’s eyes. Junior was a local; he’d grown up two houses down the street, though he didn’t live there anymore. He usually slept in the alley behind Tenth Street, beside a dumpster. His wrinkled face, half covered with patches of gray beard, held a mix of sadness and pain, just like every other long time…
Jeremy Packert Burke’s story “So, You’re In an Alternate Universe” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 26 August 2016. Of course alternate universes are an old trope in scifi, but usually we see someone we know leave a situation we know and end up somewhere . . . different. Probably much worse. This is the case in anything from It’s A Wonderful Life to Rick and Morty. There’s an episode of Buffy, “The Wish,” in…
Q: How has your writing evolved over time?
A: I didn’t start out as a fiction writer; I was an academic writer first, but realized while I was writing my dissertation that I hated it. When I started writing fiction–bad fiction, like most baby writers!–it was still immensely easier and more pleasurable than writing literary criticism. Over time I’ve gained confidence, both in my ability as a fiction writer and in the process itself. When I don’t have an answer to a problem a story poses, instead of panicking, I trust that it will reveal itself … and that writing more, rather than getting stymied, will probably show me what I need to know. Drafting fast and ugly, tidying it up in round two, and then getting lots and lots of feedback has been the key (for me) to telling the story I mean to tell.
Angus Cervantes is a West Coast writer with a keen sense of nostalgia and a blurry vision of the future. He is working on designing new tenses for when time travel will have to be-en invent.
Angus Cervantes’s story “Bad News from the Future” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 17 March 2017. Subscribe to our e-mail updates so you’ll know when new stories go live.
Despair and Ecstasy are the simplest. Ecstasy is the small and cozy room of a cottage that looks out on a broad meadow in the forest. In the spring, elk come to posture and to mate, and the wildflowers bloom on every side. In the fall, mist dances in silver swirls framed by gold and bronze and copper trees. It is always spring or fall. Despair is a vast, dark hall of low ceilings and…
Santiago Belluco’s story “The Bonesetter” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 19 August 2016. Most of my stories start out with a scientific concept that I feel is not often explored in speculative fiction, or at least not in the way I would like to read. “The Bonesetter” began in this way, from the idea of how divergent biological strategies can arise in the face of conflict, one being the establishment of an adversarial, predator-prey…