Category: Fiction

They start with rats. Rats are easy to find; there’s a swarm of them convulsing on the dumpster outside the lab, so they draw straws

It rarely rains on Mars. Most of the domes are equipped with the requisite machinery, most of the caverns too, but only Estrid makes use

Leon was a rock. Sometimes. Other times, he was a horse. At times, a cloud. Never an idea, like the economy. Never a feeling.  

Before she died, my mother pinned a new verse to the family song, which caused some consternation among the elders who were left. No one

We are driving to Big Bear Mountain because my father is an engineer at Rocketdyne and says he wants to celebrate the moon landing. Except that

Srđan never asked for directions, even wandering the halls of his own university. It was an open secret. Thus, Georgia slipped the 1900 Pilgrim’s Guide

Egyszer volt, hol nem volt, az Operenciás tengeren is túl, Piroska and the Wolf heard the workers unearth a bomb. The men had been digging

Bohdana summons a goddess. The summoning is unbidden and inept, but she comes anyway. It’s sunset—one of those days when the sky burns red at

The laughter from last night resumes after sunrise, but louder, as if the whole village wants to make sure their voices travel up to the

Ebsa was running late, and Demetri, tired of watching the bitter clouds of his breath, had just about given up on her. Like one might