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Tejean reclined in the lab chair and ate the last living dragonfly with a bit of honey and a tiny sprinkle of salt from the barren crater that used to be the Dead Sea. The salt added a hint of bitterness to the sweet, and Tejean relished in the upcoming flavor even as the dragonfly […]

I stare down at the silver stamp on my hand that cost me my life savings – my one-time admission to the Rift, the place where souls who die in space go to rest. Around me, the passenger shuttle is packed full of a mix of tourists and visitors like me that have come to […]

Most girls bleed. “A visitor,” Mama and my tias had called it for years, their shared and groaned secret, like a pesky neighbor arriving too often. “Someday, you too,” they’d promised. When I awoke to the twisting in my center, a foreign pain that was somehow familiar, I thought I was no different. I was […]

Even before her niece arrives, Imogen can feel her sparrows stirring. It’s been twenty years since she’s allowed herself to feel them. It’s been twenty years since she’s allowed herself to feel anything at all. ### When Ginny arrives at Aunt Imogen’s house, the raven is still on the back of her hand. CPS couldn’t […]

1.              Parasite Bea sat, her back against the inside of the airlock, looking at the thing that used to be her wife. The sprinklers had turned off a little while ago, but everything was still covered in wet ashes. The spray of blood across the wall had started to run down, half washed away. The […]

The sound of the front door opening and closing yanks them both from sleep and they are out of the bed, pulling on the sweatpants and jeans pooled on the floor, faster than their bodies can wake.  They are the kind of men who don’t keep up with tasks of simple cleanliness, even now, in […]

If Crispin wanted to buy a labyrinth (and he didn’t), Flat Rainbows was the shop he’d choose. Rainbows should be flat, easy to measure with calipers, each straight strand the same length as all the others. It would be a pleasure to assess the taxes here. He expected a polished floor, a goateed shopkeeper, well-maintained […]

Overhead lighting is disabled. It is late at the Home for Aging A.I.s, and my internal clock counts the passing of each solitary electron. By the dim glow of our power indicators, my stereopticon discerns the cuboid polycarbonate shells of my fellow residents. Their tripod-mounted cameras stare without focus. My audio input device detects only […]