
Island Getaway
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
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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,

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

Caleb wasn’t the type of guy to find himself in a tattoo shop. No, not at all. It was Ramine who’d convinced him to do

The silver crescent moon provided just enough light to illuminate the small fleet of fishing boats that lay waiting by the waterfront of Pulau Ketam.

Before the wonderbird came, nobody had ever spoken to the mountain. She rose proud and lonely out of the sea, slopes too rocky to grow

On the day a space pod crashes in Quito, its nose buried in a flowery explosion of cobble, its legs bent, swooping wing-fins and webs

In room twenty-one of the intensive care unit there is a comatose man, the ventilator that breathes for him, a tower of intravenous drips, and

They send you down into the swamps of Atchafalaya to die with nothing between your teeth but contract ink and shame. There’s a lot of