Category: Fiction

We prayed Isabel was pregnant when she woke up half the village screaming because she saw the pirarucu in her dreams. That’s the only place

Slip off the edge of the world and into my arms. Do you see the fortune teller seated at the high-top table in the back

My main problem with the twenty-sixth century is this: people just aren’t dying fast enough. It’s unsustainable. And offensive. I’m not talking about the effects

Tsetseg’s arms slither across her planet, soot scratching at her throat. She swallows, and fragments of ash tumble down her gullet. A meal that burns

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

“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

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

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