The Universal Human Happiness Program by Y.M. Pang
Dreamer AQ#1367-458-MATT stood on the scaffolding of an incomplete skyscraper, hair blown wild by the spring breeze. Skinny legs trembled inside skinny jeans, but he took one step, then another, […]
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Dreamer AQ#1367-458-MATT stood on the scaffolding of an incomplete skyscraper, hair blown wild by the spring breeze. Skinny legs trembled inside skinny jeans, but he took one step, then another, […]
By Christine Hanolsy in Issue #462 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine When the evening bell rang, we filed past each other once more, and this time I kept my chin lifted. You found me right away, pressed a tiny metal disc into my hand as we passed: a minuscule mirror that, under the light of the moon, captured my image in parts; a freckl...
By E.M. Linden in Issue #466 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine Afterwards, while the mother and baby slept or cooed at each other, Jesset was freed to the fresh air to deliver the grace-bread. Sister Grain baked two loaves after every birth. One for the church, to be blessed and broken for the poor of the village. One for the Kind Ones ...
Sui grunted as she straightened her back, digging her shoulder up into Taxue’s belly. The Zheng’s hind legs dragged awkwardly on the sand, trembling as the paws knuckled, the sudden weight on Sui pushing the knee she’d braced into the dirt. Sui braced her palms up under the Zheng’s hind legs, feeling for the distended sac of her bladder, swollen...