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Science fiction is any idea that occurs in the head and doesn't exist yet, and will change everything for everybody,
and nothing will ever be the same again. ~ Ray Bradbury

Here at Tell-Tale Press, we hope to entertain you with quality stories from talented writers around the world. Some stories may include graphic violence, erotica, or both. They have been indicated as such before the story begins. Thank you for joining us, and happy reading!

I Will Not Dance for Them by Steven E. Belanger

1.
Mike tells me they only come here, The Showroom, after their kids die. I’m programmed to always believe him, but I never do.
Now, the one who just came in—maybe. From my constant perch at the front bay window, I can see his angular face and his small, nervous smile. It’s possible: His child could’ve just died—the flu mostly takes the young. But if so, his wife must’ve left him, too, because he’s got that look. The look that says it’s been a long time—even if it hasn’t. The guys usually come for us, no matter what Mike says.
This guy glances at Mike, who’s at his constant perch at the bar, sipping his tonic water, tugging his belt beneath his soft tire, swiveling so he sees everyone. We watch the guy glance around the room, at the couples slowly dancing, the girls smiling at their partners or laughing at something.
The man looks at them with longing, and a little fear.
He sees me now and takes a step towards me. I give him my best Get Away From Me glare and he stops. Looks away. He focus…

Alien Dayz by GD Deckard

“Have you seen them!” Roy Ledbetter, tall, gangly, amiable and easily disturbed, punctuated by stabbing his ice cream cone at Bob.
“Nope,” Bob Whatt admitted. “You?” They were sitting in White’s Only Ice Cream Shop, Serving 34 Kinds of Vanilla. Yesterday, he had joined a crowd in front of a department store window to watch television broadcasts of the Aliens landing. Despite his extremely average looks, or maybe because of that, Bob was singled out for a live “Man on the street” interview, during which his naturally suspicious nature attracted a local lunatic group. Hence, here he was now, in Valdosta, Georgia, a guest speaker for the weekly meeting of WTF! Different behaviors and beliefs threatened WTF!’s cloistered view of God’s world as They shared it with Him. Surprised and shocked by the appearance of the Aliens, they were deeply suspicious.
“I’ve seen them on TV! They’re ugly as sin!” Roy declared.
“Ever notice sinful women can be beautiful?”
What?
“Just saying, Roy, don’t believe…

The Tesseract by Evan Marcroft

A man must have a foundation, or so the Kaiser often said in his public speeches. For the common citizens of the Brotherland it ought to be a trifold love—for him their leader, for the nation, and for the Purity Of The People, in that order. If their foundation was solid, then the man that arose from it would be good.
All agreed that their Kaiser’s logic was infallible, and few agreed more fervently than the Warden of Indefinite Corrections Outpost 1. His facility—the largest in the nation—housed varying thousands of those failed citizens whose foundations were structurally weak, riddled with the mold of rebelliousness and individualism, or simply constructed from inferior genetics. As for the Warden himself, his foundation was perfection. His role demanded nothing less.
He was punctual: every day at seven o’clock sharp, after combing his moustache and saluting the framed photo of the Kaiser above his bed, he toured the Special Cells kept below the general population. He was tidy as wel…