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This is our struggle. We scuttle on the sand before the softly breathing salt-burdened sea with the lichen on the rocks a bright poison green and great white butterflies screaming under a red sky while we dream of justice and watch the ghost of a long-extinct rat ancestor, an ancestrat if you please, you know the ones we mean, the toothy ones wh...
“God” is not the word I’d use. But it is the only one that suffices. There are all kinds of gods: the old and the new; the useful, the useless; the capricious and the dependable; the wrathful and the meek. They all had one thing in common—whether they were created at the dawn of time when hunter-gatherers huddled in caves and cowered at the crac...
By Zet Madej in Issue #467, Eighteenth Anniversary Double-Issue of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine Berokred took another step, and the woman startled as if woken from a dream. Surprise made her look younger. She ran away, skirts flowing around her. Tangren shouted after her, trying to warn her that the door ahead of her was closed. She r...
“All clear, go!” yelled Klara from beyond the plastic confines of the ball, and I came tumbling. Water sloshed against my feet, and adrenaline rushed from my stomach up my […]