To Walk This Distant Shore with You by A.D. Sui
We’re ten and watching what must be the last physical television in what must be the last laundromat in the world. Your mom is on her third load, jeans this […]
Skin and Glass by R. P. Sand
I made eye contact today. I knew my life leaked, droplets of soul seeping from my pores, and I did not care. For those eyes were a pale sage glass, […]
Precogs in the Machine
By Nat Katz in Issue #464 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine She looked into his brown eyes, and her vision doubled and trebled: Peter in a tunnel and in an alley covered by blood and walking on what she knew from her readings of distant lands to be grass. She felt she could come unmoored and drift away into those visions, wondered wheth...
PodCastle 950: FLASH FICTION EXTRAVAGANZA: Reapings
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