Little Blue Marble Awards-Eligible Authors & Stories
Since it's that time of year, here's another list: the Little Blue Marble stories that are eligible for the SFF awards season. Note that Salvatore Difalco, Charlotte H. Lee, and Melissa Yuan-Innes are also eligible for the Canadian Aurora Awards.
Drawing the Line
Yevgeny cursed under his breath. Philippa smiled. “Things not going to plan?” the elderly woman asked. “Things never go to ...
Three Little Arcologies
Once Upon A Time, there were three little buildings that dreamed of being self-sustaining. One was covered in stone, one ...
When Last the Cicadas Sang
“Let’s go listen for cicadas,” Ansibel said. The eight-year-old picked at a big book of insects with grubby fingernails. “They ...
Seeing Clearly
The water in the tank that circled the Mermaid Dining Room had gotten brackish and thick. Edwidge crawled onto a ...
The Smallest Atom in the World
Dear Hominid: By now, you are probably wondering where your chocolate is. Your apples and sunflowers have vanished, and strawberry ...
The Soil Merchant
Orson dragged his tired cart through the bustling square of another dust-covered town. A small bar built into the remains ...
The Streets Turned Blue and Green
“The whole neighbourhood is abandoned.” Aleyah adjusted her hijab and grinned at her two friends. “Literally.” They dangled their legs ...
Sea Change
The Sea was rising; there was no doubt about it. Tiuwike had heard the grownups converse about it in hushed ...
In the Event of a Famine
“Everything in this house is edible,” the real estate agent said. “I mean everything, the foundation, the brickwork, the plaster, ...
The Barber of Manaus
Felipe Santos da Silva swallowed. His palms were slick with sweat—whether due to the tropical heat or his nerves, he ...
This is an Optimistic Science Fiction Story About the Future
We all have jetpacks. I’m an old, overweight man with hairy legs, and I have a jetpack. No one judges ...
False Alarm
The bickering voices behind him, Mayor Edmund Parker stood at his study’s west window. He looked down Belmont Hill, out ...
A Verdant Heart
Father’s leaves are wilting again. The bright green sprouting from his temples is tipped with crusty brown along the margins ...
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