A Candle for Her Tireless Dead
By Louis Inglis Hall in Issue #459 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine Twelve years, imagining their empire in my mind. Confronting its demons and devising my own antidotes. Despairing of my evidence: the soft and mouldering leaves of manuscripts, the songs of heretics before a gallows dawn. Fashioning theodicies, weaving argument and cou...
The Star Where We Meet
The most surprising thing about my journey (well, the first most surprising thing) is that the dream I experienced while traveling lasted a thousand years, a single dream stretching all the way to the Iota star in the Gemini constellation. I dreamt of Bindi, my childhood dog, a heeler and pointer mix who used to follow me everywhere; now it seem...
Magical Girl Eater
The Stars Look Away From This Vessel
Draw a rectangular shape. Put a cylinder around it. Add a few small rectangles to any lines, such that they straddle them. At least one on the rectangle, and another on the cylinder. These are airlocks. The engine should look like a lighter stacked on top of a pack of cigarettes; don’t take too long drawing it, but make sure you color it in red,...
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