The bell on the door jangled and a pair of Korgalaths entered Samuel’s store. The tripedal aliens were robin’s-egg blue with patterns of green splotches cove...

Mr. Reilly was my first patient. I was the only male CNA in the nursing home, and the nurses warned me that some patients would have a problem with it. Sure ...

Rachel and Jasmine stared warily at each other while their mothers went through the long process of two grown-ups greeting each other. It’s been so long! Let...

The sun is setting as I order the helmsman to bring the Jolly Roger down.

Come, Best Beloved. Come sit with me, and I shall tell you a story.

Molakesh the Destroyer moved into the house next door the summer I turned fifteen. There was the expected neighborhood gossip at first, with Mom and her frie...

“Another cigarette?” she asked. He nodded, and she fished one out of the half-empty pack for him. She watched with interest to see if he could get it between...

Your dreams are my dreams, love, forever and always. We’ll go to the city and open a noodle shop, and I’ll steam bamboo baskets of dumplings while you roll o...

I remember my father spitting lightning into sand, forming misshapen glass with which to decorate my mother’s tower. He’d built it himself, with stacks of bl...

“My handsome, darling boys,” Mrs. Zander said, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. “Which one of you wants to be alive today?”

“C’mon, Renny,” Jesmin whispered from the far side of the internal bulkhead. “Don’t get grav-feet now.”

The club is brightly lit as the audience files in. It was clearly never meant to be. With all the spots and floods on, the uneven concrete floor and black-pa...

There is something haunting Jeremy’s closet.

Having finished the rest of my shopping, I turned left by the bluejeans, walking slower now toward the back of the store and the shoes. Using the overhead mi...

Slippery. That was the feeling I couldn’t shake after speaking to the salesman. I stood there feeling violated, a document folder in hand along with his card...

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They came in boats and airplanes, armed with false documents and holy terror and a cautious wariness of what they would find. They came and breathed sigh aft...

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Resurrection just isn’t what it used to be. You don’t need a golden lyre or a silver tongue or wings that buffet life. All it takes is a consent form, an MRI...

“Tell the truth and shame the devil, Doré,” Manmi used to say. Well, truth is, I’m in love with an obfuscation programme.

“You want me to what?” Myss, the three-hundred-year old harpy, rarely cursed, but she did now. “I’m a harbinger of death, not a child’s dress-up toy.”

“Wake up, Tyrone.”

The new house was too small for the three of them, really. Even so, it was more than she could strictly afford.

Benjamin scrolled through the Book’s table of contents; the little tablet contained every sanctioned story that had ever been recorded in the Zianon Empire. ...

There was a little girl dancing in the graveyard.

No one ever talks about how many spiders live on the island.

Samantha believed she was not the last person left alive in the world, but she hadn’t seen anyone else since she had to kill her brother Oliver over Christma...

I’ve Remade things before, but I never thought I’d get the opportunity to do this.

Note to readers: This story is a follow-up to Lucas’s Issue 3 story, Remaker Remaker

She gave me an hour to save the world.