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By KJ Kabza in Issue #460 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine The Comet —and my awful fate within her—sped away, not yet aware of my escape. My heart and bones still banged together. My body screamed at me to flee, or to hide, but perhaps it did not matter. My death was still near, whether that be in the Comet 's return or in the White Se...
It was night on Endymion, and the pollen hovered, blue and luminescent, in the trees. Isaac’s camp lantern also burned blue. It was designed to interfere with the sensory systems […]
We’re ten and watching what must be the last physical television in what must be the last laundromat in the world. Your mom is on her third load, jeans this […]
In the screen glow of the witching hours you see a silhouette flit in and out of the doorway. Your first meme and your first violation.