Fictional Worlds

When he realized how upset his wife was, George wondered if he might have miscalculated. Normally a ...

If you're like most us, you saw your investment portfolio tank with the Greying Crisis of 2039. If y...

art by Void lon iXaarii "You seem to have brought one heck of a sword here. Four and a half feet lon...

art by Agata Maciagowska The first time her parents left her home alone, Elvira was good. The second...

There was a footbridge on the road leading into the town, but its troll was small enough that Hans o...

I saw my first deathship when I was only ten migrations old.Mamma and I had swum up to the ocean's s...

art by Tihomir Tikulin-Tico I nudged the corpse with the toe of my boot. "Looks like he froze to dea...

art by Shane M. Gavin Everyone knows that humans shouldn't eat or drink when visiting Faerie, but no...

art by Steven R. Stewart Meztli and the other boys of his year-group snuck into the Daylighter villa...

I wish it would rain.I mean, it does rain, obviously. Every Tuesday at midnight, every Friday at noo...

Katrine grew up with the stories, she knew them as well as her own name. First there was true love's...

"You're welcome, caller," Elizabeth says, and disconnects the line. She leans back in her chair, her...

art by Seth Alan Bareiss Item 1: Darkness. Item 2: Firmament. Item 3: Sticks. Item 4: Corn husks. It...

Three-hundred seventy square feet. That's the average size for a micro apartment in Chicago these da...

art by Seth Alan Bareiss I gave my left arm to Elizabeth. You've never met her, but she was my deare...

art by Void lon iXaarii Nobody ever asked me the secret to survival. You didn't ask either, but I'll...

The smallest witch hung over the banister, her whole body forming an arc of yearning, as the first o...

art by Seth Alan Bareiss Dedicated to the memory of Roger Zelazny It was a great match, until the ot...

"Go ahead," his father said. "Stand up."Vince was a Vanderpender ninth-grader, and he'd seen flat-bo...

First of all, I want to thank you for allowing me into such an intimate moment of your lives. The se...

art by Seth Alan Bareiss I lost my father when I was ten. His fault, everyone said. Shouldn't have l...

Pilot Martha Stevenson could not bring her mother's piano, its keys yellowed and stained. Her husban...

“Remember that they’re not like you nor I, boy,” Uncle Abraham said, his voice dusty as ash. “They’r...

The woman appeared on our block early in the afternoon the day before yesterday. She was dressed all...

art by Void lon iXaarii Gerard sat in the awkward waiting-room chair, bouncing his right leg up and ...

Leda sleeps within a nightskin.From the outside, it appears featureless, a chrysalis connected to th...

art by Stephen James Kiniry They say you never see the one that kills you. But they might have been ...

Art by Melissa Mead Never mind the slithy toves; let me tell you about the time all the cats sploope...

The village is not in any guidebook or on any map. Even satellite photos somehow miss it, always by ...

I'm not the one who should get the family recipe. It has passed from mother to daughter for more gen...