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

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

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...

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

There was a little girl dancing in the graveyard.

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. ...

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

“Wake up, Tyrone.”

“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.”

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

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...

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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...

On May 5, Fireside is publishing REVISION, Andrea Phillips’ debut science fiction novel. You can read more about the book (and preorder the ebooks, with a pr...

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...

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...

There is something haunting Jeremy’s closet.

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...

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

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

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...

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...

“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...

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...

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

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

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...

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 ...

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...

“Wake up, Daniel.” Opening my eyes, I saw a man in a gray business suit with slicked-back blond hair.