Category: issue 12

I'm riding through space on my bike (as one does) when I see this enormous sunflower.

Being a demigod is very taxing for the psyche. You end up seeing things that aren’t there, killing things that aren’t there. Shh, it’s okay; it wasn’t your fault.

I'm not sure exactly how long it’s been April 11th. We had a guy in charge of keeping track until we realised he was just making it up whenever someone asked. It’s been April 11th for a very long time.

June’s missing and no one seems to care. No police report, no missing persons search, nothing. It’s been three months and her school should have sent a letter: a call, even. Mama and Baba haven’t noticed either. No one seems even curious why June hasn’t called, emailed, or even sent a letter. No one seems to know she’s missing except me.

Tap, tap-tap-tap, tap, tap-tap-tap… Chakra wanted to cover his ears, but that meant letting go of the paper in his hands. He had to keep reading so the tapping wouldn’t madden him

Bright, pale blue light dimmed over M-360’s head as she sat in a steel pew of the church. Around her, everyone else in her neighborhood sat in wait for the sermon.

I was leaning against my desk in the Mars Dome cop shop, rubbing nano-repair gel on my prosthetic leg, when I caught the rookie staring at me. Or rather, staring at my leg.

One day, after several million turnings of the universe, the Afterlife’s Glorious Hospitality Crew’s traditional millenia-end satisfaction survey revealed disturbing news: they were considered rather anachronistic when greeting newcomers.

Hell was a hospital waiting room.  Ash’s mother gave their hand a squeeze. When they looked out of the corner of their eye to see her face, she gave them a tight-lipped smile.

On the outside, there was no indication that the warehouse down the street from my apartment stocked its shelves with books from parallel universes.