
The Moon’s Forests Burn All Your Life
The smoker will run out of cigarettes today. She first appeared on the news on my sixteenth birthday, about a week ago—her and her pile
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The smoker will run out of cigarettes today. She first appeared on the news on my sixteenth birthday, about a week ago—her and her pile

The reabsorption began on a Thursday. Channel 9 News reported that two young Korean girls touched palms at recess and that their flesh melted and

Overhead, the mycelium network lights up in waves of twinkling blue, coursing along the roots of our camouflage trees as I pound belowdecks, trying not

Everything I drank tasted fine, but it seemed sometimes that water flowed a bit too slowly from the bottle, swished a bit too heavily in

Rodrigo’s new car has new leather seats. Adam can smell the leather: real, cured animal skins, imported via climate-controlled freight from Earth-1. He is aware,

The trick to taking over the world is just this: keep moving. First, you have to survive the apocalypse, of course. That’s mostly chance. An

Here’s what we know about the Northerners. They came in tall black ships that moved against the wind. They were pale and furless and spoke

Travelling is not all people make it out to be, he thinks. Having a place where one can feel truly at home is so much

“Not you too.” I give the fire another prod before looking up. Gregory is exactly where I expect him to be: peering over the top

I left my pain with my mother. Or rather, I should say, my mother took my pain when she left me. Left me with nothing