OnyankopÉn is a woman. And a man. And everything above and in-between. Akuba says OnyankopÉn kissed the tips of His fingers on the sixth day, and sculpted these bodies as worldly vessels for ourâŚ
Homes for the Holidays by Heather Shaw & Tim Pratt  I stood on the slumlordâs doorstep and took a deep breath â one of the last I would take in this body, which had served me well despite being treated badly. Itâs not the body I was born with â I donât think I [âŚ]
Author: Don Nigroni Yesterday on Christmas Day, I was at my filthy rich, albeit eccentric, uncleâs house. And thatâs when and where everything went awry. After dinner, he took me aside to his library to enjoy a cigar and a tawny port. âWe know our current materialistic paradigm is pure garbage, yet we still cling [âŚ]
Author: Aubrey Williams The cheap hotel room was draughty, the shadows ink in the recesses. Each sheet of green William Morris wallpaper was peeling in at least three places. For all the dinginess, though, it was a room, and I needed one. By a feeble light Iâd tried to work, but the sound of the [âŚ]
Author: Majoki They stared right through me. It used to bother me. Now, itâs essential. I uncoupled the mag-links while Symplexâs security personnel looked past me. I didnât fit their profiles, didnât merit a glance. Thatâs what it is to be me. I live by a pair of simple rules. The fact that they come [âŚ]
If I had only learned to drive, or better yet, refused to visit my parents in their apocalyptic bunker, weâd be happily at home, cuddled on the couch in front of the Criterion collection.
Author: Hillary Lyon The lights on the console rapidly blinked in sequence. What that sequence was, Jackie couldnât tell. It was all random nonsense to him. His finger hovered over the reboot button. If he hit restart, heâd have to work up a report, and explain his actions to the captain. But if he didnât [âŚ]
Author: Paul Schmidt Joshua burst awake, a dislocated memory of laughter and candlelight tapering into the ether. That same synthetic voice buzzed in his ear. His contact companion, installed at his ocular barrier, always had a habit of waking him abruptly. âRise and shine, Joshua! Itâs a fantastic day.â Joshua gritted his teeth, groggily slipping [âŚ]
Author: Marion Lougheed âWhere are the colours?â the billionaire shifts in his seat. âI know what outer space looks like. Iâve seen the photos.â I produce my most winsome spaceflight-attendant smile. âAh, yes, well, those photos show parts of the light spectrum our eyes donât see. Infrared, ultraviolet⌠But itâs all black to us. Would [âŚ]
Author: Majoki In the dappled sunlight she felt the late afternoon breeze turn the tide against the dayâs heat. So pleasant, so perfect, like so many hundreds of summer evenings before in her back garden. She brimmed, feeling the privilege of contentment. But how to say it? In her best days, expressing these feelings had [âŚ]
Author: Allyson Foley His breathing was deafening in the confines of the helmet as he clung to the wreckage of the Palindrought. That thing had looked like one of theirs. Its clearance codes had checked out. Its hull, the call sign, even its frequency and flight path had all cleared. The ship had been Telphi [âŚ]
They have never fought about it. âItâs your body,â her husband says, and means it. Only sometimes, when theyâre out walking, a little girl will careen across their path roaring like a giggly tyrannosaurus, and he falls silent. âWhatâre you thinking about?â she asks, before she learns not to.
Author: Majoki Thor got thunder. Prometheus got fire. Shiva got a laser eye. Me? I got a measly quark. Smallest thing in the universe. Two and a half trillion times smaller than a grain of sand. Whatâs a god supposed to do with that? Make the masses tremble and beg mercy, pledge obedience and fealtyâto [âŚ]
Author: Cheri Vazquez It was 1978 and I was on my way to a job interview at the most exclusive fine dining restaurant in New City. Iâd coifed my hair into what I believed to be worthy of the sommelier position. My satin slacks pinched at my waist securing a silver silk blouse I had purchased at Barneys, my throat dry [âŚ]
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer My peers are very fond of saying how they âwere fortunateâ or âspotted an opportunityâ. The more honest have momentary shadows in their eyes when they say it. The raw truth is that to accumulate this much wealth, weâve taken opportunities, money, and even lives from others. Not theft or [âŚ]
Author: Majoki You gave them the names. All of them. Jelenik, Szmania, Guar, Imhotep, Salasi, Yun, Indrasutthan, Porter. Faisel knows it. His broken face, his darkened eyes tell you in the sterile moments of your visits. You wrap his lacerations, dampen his fever, moisten his battered lips, force morsels past his chipped teeth. His pulse [âŚ]
In the land that is now Malaysia, there once was a tribe of monkeys called the Mawahs, whose king was appointed by King Solomon to be the Raja of the jungle. Raja Mawah built himself a throne on the south bank of the Perak River and ruled the jungle fairly.
This is a story about a bird. A bird, a ship, a machine, a womanâshe was all these things, and none, but first and fundamentally a bird. It is also a story about a manâa gambler, a liar, and a cheatâŚ