Sunk

Stone Soup Magazine
September 2018

By Benjamin Mitchell, Illustrated by Evelyn Yao

4th Place in the 2018 Science Fiction Contest

Oswald awoke, as he did every day, to the grating sounds of his alarm clock buzzing insistently, until he swatted the off button with his hand. He really...

Viola, clad in her tight scuba mask and with the weight of her oxygen tank pulling her towards the water, leaned over the edge of her small boat, and fell...

Douglas Wamboldt stared at the scrap of paper in his hand, careful not to crumple it. The words “Noodle Palace” were inked onto the paper in his associate’s...

In his book Meaning, Galer wrote, “God created the human race as an experiment; He wanted to see if life was capable of creating for Him. Ultimately, He...

 “Wake up, Tommy,” I said. Tommy, my thirteen-year-old robotic brother (he really is a robot—no kidding) needs to wake up! He always walks with me to school....

Retsina flipped her long, black hair behind her. She looked around at the empty, quiet bunker she lived in. Once it was filled with the joyous shouts of girls,...

John McCarty was warming up his arm. “Whip it in there!” yelled his friend, Stuart Johnson. He and Stuart played for the Rockets. The Rockets were the best...

Have you found a landing site yet, Mallory?” roared General Landings, gray hairs bristling. In the close confines of the ship’s cockpit, the sound nearly blew my...

Sprinting across the asphalt road, on her way to school, all Drew had on her mind was how the prank was going to unfold. Over the years, she had perfected her...

JULY 6, 2052, 9 A.M.   Elizabeth pulled on her trench coat and adjusted the straps to her flying goggles. Her frizzy red hair was barely controlled under her...