The Ecstasy of the White Sea
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...
The Scent of Memory by Zhao Haihong, translated by S. Qiouyi Lu
The bus jerked, waking Shijun. The Greyhound was speeding down a wide North American road. What am I doing here? The coach window framed the landscape: White clouds floated against […]
Paper Airplane Poet by Sheri Singerling
Normally, Tillie didn’t mind being the object of everyone’s gaze. But today, the crowd loitering in the street wasn’t drawn to her orange-red curls or her height or regalness. They […]
The Snatchers
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