Our Revels Now Are Ended by Thomas Ha
I first reached consciousness in a peaceful library. It looked like a library not far from my apartment, though not exactly the same. There were high ceilings and large windows […]
The Sharing of Some Familiar Song
The creatures who shared your art with us had to explain many things to make it minimally comprehensible. This by itself made sense. You are who and what you are, and we are who and what we are, and the physical differences between us are profound. We belong to different orders, and this means that our minds are also different, our philosophies ...
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 ...
The Teahouse
By Prashanth Srivatsa in Issue #461 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine There’s a heady blend of cardamom and cloves that go in the third, along with tea leaves that resemble charred twigs. It is the third she fears today, for the Shibra leaves demand time (time she does not have) to settle with the boiled milk. The buck-toothed General o...
PodCastle 955: TALES FROM THE VAULTS: The Lamentation of Their Women
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