I do a lot of driving. Hours a day. Much of it on mind numbing highways. But, I have learned how to block the tedium of the drive out. In recent months I have allowed my brain to wander way too muc…

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“Fuck! Not again,” Sam curses as she steps out the driver’s side door and squints down the road in the dying sunlight. Highway, grey and flat, extends through farmland and field in either direction…

Isaac says she’s weird. Denver doesn’t like that word—weird. When she thinks of Isaac she thinks of the stars. That’s why she likes him so much. Denver tells him there once was someone named Isaac …

Branches sag under the weight of Granny Smiths that gleam like giant emeralds. Abigail reaches for a fruit, sliding her sneakers up the trunk, twists an apple free, and bites in. But unripe, it’s t…

I was looking for the haunting xidachene of my sister Sonalie when I heard faint laughter among the high stacked stone tombs. I turned a corner to discover a surprising terrace: the ruins of an old…

The stone was smooth and clear and smoky all at once, so convincing that it looked cold to the touch. It was wrapped all around in silver so fine that it hurt Bronne’s heart. She rubbed her thumb a…

Deirdre slipped from the family’s cottage with the setting of the sun. Mother knew she went, she must have, trying as she was to soothe baby Aileen’s hungry fussing. Mother neither said anything, n…

“We’re getting close. I can feel it,” said René, and Armand, in that moment, hated him more than he hated anyone ever. He hated René more than he hated his late father. He hated René more than he h…

I lied to meet an astronaut. Or my dad did, which is the same thing. I was supposed to be at least eight years old to attend, and I was only six but the tallest in my class. So I got to meet the as…

The palace corridors were littered with the bodies of Laila’s friends: the brave men and women who’d decided to give up their lives to protect the Queen. Many of their families had protected the cr…

A long seashell rests on the mermaid’s breastbone, dangling from the rope of algae slime around her neck. The shell is delicately off-white and scuffed with brown, spiraling into a tapered end that…

This story is dedicated to Kelly Moore-Campbell: beloved aunt, leader, and inspiration, more whole than whole. Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine. I. Hardy According to Moïra, it was after the…

I’m shoveling gold into my bag by the fistful when Benji says, “I don’t like it.” The cave is so cold my fingers are going numb even inside their cloth wraps. I sniff, but my nose keeps trying to d…

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Dr. Audra Grissom stretched as she woke from her hyper-sleep, groaning as each vertebra popped and clicked back into alignment. She flinched as she placed a bare foot on the floor outside her sleep…

So: she came. Hu Tao, the dissident’s daughter. In reality she didn’t have much choice. If the city’s Magnate sends you an invitation to his New Year party, you need a good reason to refuse it. Tho…

It wasn’t all that long ago. A few weeks, give or take. Lots of folks have come and gone since then. Maybe you remember it—the dust storm that swept through. It was a wicked one. I met an angel in …

The woods grew darker as the sun slipped behind the horizon. This meant that maybe the howling band that chased me would drift off in search of easier prey. But it also meant howling creatures of a…

1. When Mira sees the library for the first time, it is exactly as she remembers it. It’s not much to look at, but it’s still nice that this facility has one. Mira’s second facility had a dance stu…

The Ujimi pine forest reaches up towards the moon, luring pale light to trickle down between jagged treetops and rest on soft powdered snow. Ari follows no path, wandering around the thickened shad…

The smiling Time Pocket receptionist showed Disa into the waiting room. It had sofas and leather recliners, a free bar where discreet white-coated staff poured tiny measures of top class spirits, a…

It said upon the gelid gallows, sat down among the fireweed, that Mistress Marjorie Hart was dead. She wasn’t hung up from a rope so all peered and read again, and thrice, the words carved on the w…

agni Jaya was late again. The moon was high above her by the time she slipped through the workers’ entrance into the bathhouse. She fumbled with her clothes and grabbed a coarse towel from the rack…