Legs
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...
The Eldest Bird of Paradise
By Denzel Xavier Scott in Issue #465 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine We have delicious cuisine. We are lovers of life. We are lovers of love. We are so many things, but above all else, we are lovers of freedom that live in a cage that no one can enter and no one can leave. Though my homeland is beautiful, peaceful, and filled with abu...
Escape Pod 1056: Woolly
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