Category: Fiction

The doll did not remember when it had first realized that other people’s eyes were watching its eyes and that they would know what it

The tourist was screaming, “Κill me so I suffer no more” in the middle of the agora. Morning was early; the poor souls in the

Crècheships weren’t built to withstand the forces at play during a planetary landing. They were solely designed as engines of eternal warfare, meant to slip

Her name was Deb (Miss Debbie to the staff), but everyone at SALON LA BELLE called her Clockwork, a covert nickname one of the children

The first time I saw you, you laced up your skates, adjusted your knee mods, and I was just another unremarkable face as you fluttered

It was a hard winter, and the cold had seeped deep into the wood of my cabin, the crisp air impossible to warm no matter

The future borders the present at all times. Thus, although silver linings could be part of possible futures, they aren’t enough to protect future generations. 

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.