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PodCastle 805: The Somnambulant - PodCastle
PodCastle 805: The Somnambulant - PodCastle
The Somnambulant by Sam W. Pisciotta   The moon sits plump within a windowpane as if plucked from the sky and framed for safekeeping. Bound by forces beyond our control, the moon and I share a yearning to pull free. I touch my finger on the icy glass and dream of leaving this place. But […]
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PodCastle 805: The Somnambulant - PodCastle
PodCastle 838: Potemora in the Triad - PodCastle
PodCastle 838: Potemora in the Triad - PodCastle
Potemora in the Triad By Sara S. Messenger   There are always three: the father, the unfather, and the child. That’s why Vriskiaab threw my unfather off his back after she bore my baby sister, or so Vriskiaab tells me when he stops in the shade of a dune, his massive scales warm under my […]
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PodCastle 838: Potemora in the Triad - PodCastle
PodCastle 793: Dip and Roll - PodCastle
PodCastle 793: Dip and Roll - PodCastle
Dip and Roll by Celeste Rita Baker On de largest beach of de smallest island in de Tania archipelago in de Caribbean Sea five shoreside metamorphic beachrocks sit chatting, as dey have done for de last hundred and sixty-odd years. “Hey, allyou. I leaving soon. You hear me? Dis place ain’t gon’ be de same,” […]
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PodCastle 793: Dip and Roll - PodCastle
PodCastle 798: ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL: Squalor and Sympathy - PodCastle
PodCastle 798: ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL: Squalor and Sympathy - PodCastle
Squalor and Sympathy by Matt Dovey Anna concentrated on the cold, on the freezing water around her feet and the bruising sensation in her toes. So cold. So cold. So cold, she thought. A prickling warmth like pins and needles crackled inside her feet. It coursed through her body to her clenched hands and into the lead alloy […]
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PodCastle 798: ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL: Squalor and Sympathy - PodCastle
The Runners - Fantasy Magazine
The Runners - Fantasy Magazine
They have never fought about it. “It’s your body,” her husband says, and means it. Only sometimes, when they’re out walking, a little girl will careen across their path roaring like a giggly tyrannosaurus, and he falls silent. “What’re you thinking about?” she asks, before she learns not to.
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The Runners - Fantasy Magazine