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By Sally Sultzman in Issue #462 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine —then this child wearing Jen’s clothing, with Jen’s hair pulled into tight braids that she hates, smiling with Jen’s face is running toward me, laughter ringing from her like a bell, clear and bright—a sound I’ve not heard before—and as she gets closer she cries out, “Mot...
There’s a wolf where my brother used to be, a beast absolutely hellbent on ruining my life. He plunges his broad snoot into the Wednesday night spaghetti, and neither Mom nor Dad cares when half the bite slides off his nose and onto the table, to later be jostled to the floor by his grabbing, grubby paws. But if I came to the table without washi...
I made eye contact today. I knew my life leaked, droplets of soul seeping from my pores, and I did not care. For those eyes were a pale sage glass, […]
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 »