Legs
He called her Legs. “Legs for days,” he’d say, his voice thick with wonder. When he spoke to her, she was filled with a warm, heady feeling that made her purr and rub against him. She had to be careful when she did, because she was still growing into her spikes and she’d already drawn blood more than once. His skin was so flimsy, so tearable. Sh...
Escape Pod 1058: Riftwork (Part 2 of 2)
Escape Pod 1061: Pigeons and Robots and Pensive Worlds
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 ...
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