Category: Fiction

On the seven hundredth Day of Founding, the Imperial Sun Palaces open their gates for a joyous celebration, broadcasted live to every corner of the

Market Hexagon is loud, even in the middle of the night. Behind the noise of commerce comes the staccato symphony of the City’s factories working

War came to my window in the form of a little red bird. Beak the colour of coagulated rust, feathers dipped in the fresh crimson

The abandoned submersible Blue Cube lies in the Eastern Pool of Challenger Deep, almost eleven kilometres below sea level. The seafloor is far from the

Nobody approved of Alexander Ivanovich Villuan’s idea to adopt that urchin. The renowned pianist caught her stealing from his carriage—all eyes, hollow face, no name,

You find the first verse of homeland encased in the abdomen of a fellow gym-goer. She is aggressively flirty as she pokes a finger through

First is the soup, purplish red, your favourite. I make it every year when you come home. If lovage and garden orach are not in

We St. Christinians are so good at recognizing the fear in tourists’ eyes. We see you looking in the alleyways, under the palm trees—is the

When night fell our whole family climbed down from the road and huddled in the ditch alongside. It was cold, and damp, and the grown-ups

1.  Their name is T. Their father had bad cancer. Their mother was a painter until she died, too. With father, the cause––the pancreas––was clear.