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This is our struggle. We scuttle on the sand before the softly breathing salt-burdened sea with the lichen on the rocks a bright poison green and great white butterflies screaming under a red sky while we dream of justice and watch the ghost of a long-extinct rat ancestor, an ancestrat if you please, you know the ones we mean, the toothy ones wh...
By Edward Hodge in Issue #460 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine I retreated home, deciding I wouldn’t scold him for such peculiar and private habits, lest he hate me. In the same way that I could never entirely restrict your worship of Ukh between your chores on the farm, I felt I could not command him to avoid the tombs. Read more »
He called her Legs. “Legs for days,” he’d say, his voice thick with wonder. When he spoke to her, she was filled with a warm, heady feeling that made her purr and rub against him. She had to be careful when she did, because she was still growing into her spikes and she’d already drawn blood more than once. His skin was so flimsy, so tearable. Sh...
By Chezza Lee in Issue #463 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine Was it sinister, what Ying had done to Hei Lang? I grew up knowing I should avoid fox spirits and that they would eat my heart with no remorse. I should be more afraid after my meeting with Ying, but I attributed my curiosity to her captivating nature and the magic that confu...
—for Rory Cooney It’s July 23, 4:17 p.m., and I’m box-breathing like my life depends on it. My forehead is pressed against the door of the meeting room of the […]