d.c. lozar

A boy bends down to examine a tiny bug on the cement. It has too many legs, mean pinchers, and its black shell glints metallically in the afternoon sun. Fascinated, he pokes at the wriggling creature with a twig and waves over his friends. A crowd approaches, but the bug is gone.  Frantic, the boy slaps at his sleeves, runs his fingers through his hair, searching for the little monster that he knows has somehow gotten under his skin.

These stories are like that. 

In the past, science fiction and horror writers were philosophic soothsayers who warned the public about scenarios that wouldn't appear for decades.  Now, the impossible happens the day after we think of it.

Nursing homes run by robots, androids that contract cancer, criminals sentenced to virtually experience their crimes as if they where the victims, printed people, children trapped in neo-ghost-cities were the adults have disappeared, and a space explorer who finds the homeland of H.P. Lovecraft's Cthulhu.

These are just a few of the fascinating stories you'll find wriggling across these pages. 

Just be careful they don't get under your skin.