Category: Fiction

When I get the first email I think it’s some sort of role-play, a scavenger hunt set up by the conference organizers for participants between

The visits start a week after Kwong’s first surgery.  Despite the stinging January cold, the high school boyfriend sits on the tiled floor in his

Archivist’s note: This textile has been gifted to the Community Archive by Auntie Cade Persaud before her airship travels east. It is a collaborative record

In the city of K—, every building is a mountain; stairs of stone lead up their facades to steel-gated doors. It rains often, so the

The traveler arrived, motion-sick and weary, in the country where everyone was happy. She had slept on the trip over, but it was a journey

My son sent me a birthday card the other day, a digitally painted holograph of dinosaurs that dance across the edge of my desk, most

It’s April and the sea gives up her dead again. We gather on the beach every afternoon, when the waters recede the furthest away. Mum

It starts with a beat. A steady electronic thump in my chest. Electric waves pulsing through my body with a feeling like forever before breaking

Massive poplar trees are the only things keeping the midsummer sun from baking me alive in my regalia. Buckskin, usually light and breathable—perfect for anything