Claudia Campbell shifted in her seat, clutching her oversized pocketbook closer to her chest. She released an audible huff. With all the automation these days, why couldnβt they move things along faster? She dragged a digital magazine off a nearby tβ¦
Velaya, the Dreaming City β Beston Barnett β Metaphorosis Magazine
I set out for Velaya as a young man, having only just pledged to wed. I was to marry Belqis, flower of our village and light of my eyes, in whose fatherβs orchards I had played since my childhood. Our marriage should have been enough for a lifetime β¦
The Cypress and the Rose β Sandi Leibowitz β Metaphorosis Magazine
On her sixteenth birthday, a girl approached her mother, a priestess gifted in prophecy, to learn her name and her fate. The trees of that island country spoke with the people, the priestesses most of all, and taught them things that we, to whom theβ¦
Just a Fire β A. Martine β Metaphorosis Magazine
Over the past year, we at MAELSTROM have covered stories which have often bordered on the sensational, such as the famous rivalry between siblings Amaterasu and Susanoo, the Japanese gods of the Sun and the Storms respectively. via Pocket
Thirty breaths, and then my world will be over. I know I will die from the moment I know anything at all, an understanding so innate, so instantaneous and thorough that it seems to precede me, which makes sense, as it was coded into my mind before yβ¦
Sure, heβs not exactly the same. There are small differences. Some easy tidbits that I picked up on. Like, heβs right-handed. Ian was left. And this morning he asked if I wanted to take a week off. Save up for a get-away. via Pocket
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : The Anchorite Wakes by R.S.A. Garcia
Sister Nadineβs first true thought is of beauty. Father Paul is delivering a sermon on sacrifice in his deep voice, pausing for emphasis every so often, when the bird lands on the ledge of her squint with a silent flutter of wings. via Pocket
Hereβs what I know: When Mom discovered she was pregnant with me, my parents had been separated for some time. Dad had left her for another woman in another town, and Mom had filed for divorce. I was conceived during a short-lived Christmas reunion.β¦
I see her shoulders tense, then one hand releases as the other arm swings out and round. Ashes form a plume on the wind. βHeβs gone, Darion. Free at last.β Essa blinks back tears as she smiles at me. Thereβs a release in her eyes, a relief and a parβ¦
War Story | A Free Flash Fiction Story by Joshua Robertson
The chopper could be heard in the distance. Chakk-chakk-chak-chak. It was still out of view behind the sheet of mountains. The sound of the unicorn blade clacking over the sounds of gunfire gave the platoon courage. via Pocket
Sad Dementia Story | Flash Fiction by Joshua Robertson
Barbara pulled the baked turkey from the oven and set it on the counter carefully. It was perfect! She did not want the juices to slosh over the side and burn her like they had the year before. via Pocket
The Fifth Brother | A Flash Fiction by Joshua Robertson
It was once told some time ago that there were four brothers that were the son of a huntsman that had saved a princess from a dragon. The four brothers had each mastered gainful trades with skills beyond any other with their craft. via Pocket
This Side of the Wall β Michael Gardner β Metaphorosis Magazine
Today was my day to choose a disease. Mama was heavily pregnant again. She was stirring a large pot that bubbled away on the stove, filling the air with the aroma of milk and oats. Sage, Lentil, and Chilli were crawling around Mamaβs ankles, squealiβ¦
Clock's Runnin, Mister - a short story by Stuart Hughes
Swallowing bubble gum, she stepped from the doorway of a downtown video arcade - pulling her black halter-top down and her miniskirt up for effect - and walked her practised walk to the kerb. Fog was drifting in from the Bay, giving the lights of thβ¦
The creature sheβd had them make cost her the last piece of forest outside Siena. The one with the little medieval chapel in it, the tall umbrella pines shading a forest floor no tourist had ever walked upon. It cost her the two rocky islands just south of Elba, and the lead mines at Piombino, which she had never cared about, and the villa on Lake Garda, which she had, because, so small and intimate, it had been one of her fatherβs favorites.
PodCastle 534: The Lamentation of Their Women - PodCastle
βHello,β answered some whiteman. βGood morning! Could I speak withβ?β He mispronounced her last name and didnβt abbreviate her first, as nobody who knew her would do. βYoung lady,β he said. βCan you please tell me whether Miss Jean-Louis is there orβ¦
FIND A HOT ASIAN GIRLFRIEND NEAR YOU - Uncanny Magazine
Gashapon girls, machine-made, capsule-kept; Sleeping beauties in bright baubles, Pristine toys oblivious to the world Before you. Crack the eggshell, watch me climb out. I was born knowing how to let you take me apart. You wanted something else but β¦