Dreams in Burnished Silver
By Christine Hanolsy in Issue #462 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine When the evening bell rang, we filed past each other once more, and this time I kept my chin lifted. You found me right away, pressed a tiny metal disc into my hand as we passed: a minuscule mirror that, under the light of the moon, captured my image in parts; a freckl...
I Cut Off a Monster’s Arm. AITA?
The Punishing Animal
He hates the birds. There are two, a breeding pair. Their eyes are red as devils’. On land they’re stupid, little feet pushed so far back on their bodies that they can’t escape by running. Yet they glide over the water, glossy mottled boats. Their chicks ride their backs. The adults protect them, tuck black wings up to shield them from wave and ...
PodCastle 950: FLASH FICTION EXTRAVAGANZA: Reapings
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