Sandbags Near Galle Face Green by Indi Samarajiva

False Alarm

The bickering voices behind him, Mayor Edmund Parker stood at his study’s west window. He looked down Belmont Hill, out over the rest of his city, Boston, and to the pepper fields beyond. Tall, lean, famously blue-eyed and grey-haired, he allowed himself a scowl. He was a politician, yes, but…

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Dust Storm by Jesse Wagstaff-filtered

The Evac

The landing craft shook like an ancient washing machine as it broke the planet’s atmosphere. Staff Sergeant Jacqueline “Jax” Caruthers, 5th Planetary Beachhead Division, 3rd Space Wing, United Nations Marine Corps, sat cool as a cucumber, gnawing her bubblegum. The dropship, unwilling to land without a fight, gave one final…

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Marine Debris Is A Global Problem by NOAA's National Ocean Service

Home Sick

I was encoding a batch of classic ebooks when the ulu-aliki walked in to the library, the outdoors scent of gardenias and overripe mangoes following him. “Afternoon, chief,” I said, pushing my chair back a bit. Joseph Seru spoke Tuvaluan with his family and the other council members, but his…

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off limits by theilr

Free The Sky

It shouldn’t feel like the end of the world. Drew paid for his morning coffee and paper mechanically; held them numbly. He did not count his change. He slogged down the stairs of the Metro, forcing himself to go to work. Work? That elicited a bitter laugh. His occupation was…

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Avicennia

A Verdant Heart

Father’s leaves are wilting again. The bright green sprouting from his temples is tipped with crusty brown along the margins. He runs a finger across his scalp, parting the foliage on one side, treating it with as much respect as a comb-over. “Father, you need to get outside,” I say,…

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Little Blue Marble 2017
Flow by SB Archer

King Tide

Some particular trick of the moon, the weather, and the Earth’s closeness to the sun had pulled the tide all the way to 5th Avenue, a good half block further uphill than usual. The city had put out an alert, so Jordyn knew to clear out the basement ahead of…

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Awards Eligibility Post for 2017

It’s that time of year when certain readers start thinking about nominations for various SFF awards like the Hugos and Nebulas. Little Blue Marble hasn’t been around for long, and our slate of original fiction this year was quite small, but that’s no reason not to boost and celebrate our…

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Natural Manipulation by LadyDragonflyCC

To the Havens

“Sarge? There’s a—thing—I’ve found at Pier Seventeen. I think you need to see this.” The voice on the other end of the line held just a hint of a quaver. George Aklaq grimaced at his screen. Trust the new kid to find trouble twenty minutes before the end of shift,…

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