When You Give a Dokkaebi Taco Tuesday by H.H. Pak
Of course I could kill him. If I wanted to, I would not hesitate to unhinge my jaw around his neck, skewering his trachea with my tusks and locking my […]
The Life and Times of the Extraterrestrial Potoo by K. J. Khan
It was night on Endymion, and the pollen hovered, blue and luminescent, in the trees. Isaac’s camp lantern also burned blue. It was designed to interfere with the sensory systems […]
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Dreams in Burnished Silver
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...
Hungry Like The
There’s a wolf where my brother used to be, a beast absolutely hellbent on ruining my life. He plunges his broad snoot into the Wednesday night spaghetti, and neither Mom nor Dad cares when half the bite slides off his nose and onto the table, to later be jostled to the floor by his grabbing, grubby paws. But if I came to the table without washi...
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