The Chrysalis of Moth One
They didn’t want either of us to live this long. Sucks for them—we’re good at living in spite. We’re good at surviving, at fighting, at never stopping. Today is the last day we exist in spite of Command, but it’s also just another day that ends in y . Most pilots are paired with a seasoned mentor. Not us. No, powerful men at Command threw us in ...
The Ecstasy of the White Sea
By KJ Kabza in Issue #460 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine The Comet —and my awful fate within her—sped away, not yet aware of my escape. My heart and bones still banged together. My body screamed at me to flee, or to hide, but perhaps it did not matter. My death was still near, whether that be in the Comet 's return or in the White Se...
PodCastle 960: Kwong’s Bath
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 ...
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