A Thousand Tongues of Silver, by Kate Heartfield
I am a book. My pages are purple. This is how they made me. First, they flayed the calves, stretched and scraped their wet skins. Then they mixed lichen and … Continue reading →
Satia Te Sanguine, by A.J. Hammer
You’re walking down the Lungotevere one day, your last day in Rome, in fact, when a woman stops you. She smiles, a bright smile, and invites you, in English, into … Continue reading →
Letters Written to the Dearest Deceased Frances Blood, by R.M. Graves
Runnymede, Friday 30th March 1787. Afternoon. Fanny, it is I, Mary. I know we vowed to never indulge the aristocracy. However, I must work my sister’s keep as Father invests … Continue reading →
Nothing Must Be Wasted, by Arkady Martine
The vultures had colonized the shell of her ship. The largest and bravest perched on Yagmur’s chest, its talons caught in the straps of her pilot’s harness. She watched it … Continue reading →
Swans and Roses and Snow, by Laura Friis
This story is dedicated to Charlotte Brontë and Jean Rhys. She has often set fires. It is the power she has, in this cold place, to kindle fire upwards from … Continue reading →
At the Hand of Every Beast, by Premee Mohamed
As it walked, the cathedral dropped strange detritus—torn hymnals in unreadable tongues; mouldering surplices; broken candles whiter than teeth. Madness also it left in its wake, and a great black … Continue reading →
Verwelktag, by Steve Toase
Blumen, Blumen selbst pflücken Kommt mit mir nach Hause Du bist süβ und sehr, sehr schön Drinnen oder Draußen Eine ist weiß, eine ist gelb Einige begann sich zu röten … Continue reading →
Cavity in a Hurt, by J.M. Guzman
Figure me as a house that wants to be haunted. A stretch of land that warps its visitors as it is marked by them. Children are pulled into my borders … Continue reading →
Lamplighter’s Eve, by Kate Dollarhyde
“Biyya alt bas Anya, you kneel before the heads of the Merchant’s Conclave bound by wrist and ankle, a disgrace to your family’s trading company and to our collective industry.” … Continue reading →
Original Order, by Natalie Ritter
i. context; or, the information needed to understand the significance of a record The dead were in mourning, which made it a wretched time for the living to ask for … Continue reading →