Fictions
Representative works by R-SPEC participants and others, some here, some elsewhere.
"Hey, you there! Be careful!" shouted Cookling at the sailors, who, standing up to their waists in the water, were trying to drag a small wooden case along the gunwale of the boat. It was the last of ten crates the engineer had brought to the island...
Little though they seem to think of it, the people of this twenty-ninth century live continually in fairyland. Surfeited as they are with marvels, they are indifferent in presence of each new marvel. To them all seems natural...
The death of God left Satan in an awkward position...
Levine had been trying to get the classical station on the car radio when he hit the thing head-on.
He was doing eighty-three miles an hour, coming down the Interstate at 2AM from a late-night session at the agency. He had been thinking about the problems with his client, and about the problems with his marriage, and about the weight he was gaining, and about the hair he was losing, and about the bills that wouldn't stop mounting up, and about how some Vivaldi would maybe keep his blood pressure down.
He had been thinking about everything but the road. And that was why his heart nearly leapt out of his throat when the thing stepped out of nowhere and into his headlights...
