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The endless sweep of jagged glacier unfurled below the autohawk, as sharp and shining as fishscale. The autohawk needed no guidance, but Zezi preferred to guide it ximself, xis piloting as swift and sure as xis thunderscourge. In the breast pocket of xis robe sat the moirai engine’s prophecy: At Tamre xe finds four: Fugitive,… Continue reading At the Spire of Tamre, by Louis Evans

i. I recall where I was when we found out we were in our final days. Each morning, I’d join the other children my age and forage for food on the great mountain back. I pulled stumpy carrots and mushrooms from the shaded side, where just enough moisture collected that such things grew. I did… Continue reading Still the Earth, by Christopher Marcatili

Cycle Systems Analysis Complex Rings Habitat XRW24-2201-MA (Designation: Azul) Cleanerbots: Check in 23451-1-23; cleaning complete Sectors: Silent Primary Ring: Functional Secondary and Tertiary Rings: Functional, interlocked Atmosphere: [ERROR, NONE DETECTED] Gravity: [ERROR, RING GRAVITY MALFUNCTION] Error Override, Code: Azul Primary Reason Provided: An empty ring does not require gravity or atmosphere I present my data… Continue reading Sending Signals, by V.M. Ayala

A butter-cold dread gripped Deli as she stared at the display case and the glass shards scattered around it like dusted sugar. No doubt about it, she was face to face with a quadruple decker, frosting-covered nightmare. I’m dead. I’m so dead. Jams is gonna kill me dead. Glisten Glittercakes’ champion, a four-tiered, ombre damask-stenciled,… Continue reading Deli and the Glamcake Breakout, by Amanda Saville

There are few places as nightmarish and cold as hospital rooms whose corners are manned by solemn grim reapers waiting for loved ones to succumb to their grief and release the tethers binding them to this world.

Another one of my brothers was killed today, which really spoiled my Friday afternoon. And I saw it, too, which made it even worse. He was sitting in the street, and of course they’re always waddling around in the street so it’s not like that was anything new. Usually my boys would fly out of the way in time, but this guy was beginning to lose his hearing. Too long spent around city traffic, I think. Taxi turned the corner and the rest of his brothers fled. He couldn’t hear.

They had been digging a hole for quite some time. That was fine, though—what was childhood for if not endless digging?—and there was nothing more exciting than digging in the middle of the night with no adults around.

One thing I learned about Bradley Zhao before he graduated was that sometimes, it was best to let him talk until he ran out of energy.

“I only want to be seen for who I really am,” I tell my friends. Only two out of three made it over, and I’m trying not to feel too many feelings about that fact; I’m already delicate enough after the gallery opening today.