A Sleepless Hunter’s Wanton Fruit, by dave ring
The dreaming beast never slept. In Kala, on the Emerald Rim of the Sundered Lake, the beast’s hooves pounded against frost and lichen-encrusted earth. The white plumes of its breath … Continue reading
The Partisans, by Kyle E Miller
Two wizards, neighbours and now and then collaborators, enjoyed the peace and freedom of their land in the heart of the Purple Highlands. Between their two towers lay wildflowered hills … Continue reading
The Last Stanza of General Pfeil, by H.L. Fullerton
When the nightmares began, General Pfeil blamed them on her retirement tea. They meant well—the soldiers under her command—but they should never have recited that stupid ditty. She’d made a … Continue reading
Synesthesia, by Devin DeMarco
“Hey, sing me a sunrise, Sia,” Gust says. He’s biting into an apple that must not be quite ripe, because the air around him is glassy, sharding off into fractal … Continue reading
Nights of the Swollen Moon, by Cristina Osmeña
Content notice: sexual assault, partner abuse The night before his wife vanished, Memorare could sense another breach underway in the island’s veil. There were clues—strange slices of cold in the … Continue reading
Sir Balin the Savage and Good Sir Balan, by Craig Hinds
The fire of Heaven is not the flame of Hell. —Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Balin and Balan” In the darkness of the cave, they battle, one redder with blood than the … Continue reading
“Lost and Found: Recollections of Space and Time” at the Museum of Thousandfold Worlds, curated by Xue Xihe
In loving memory of Bobbin FREE ENTRYOPEN ROUND-THE-CLOCKALL WELCOME Contact us: hello@mtw.space.orghttps:/thousandfold.worlds.museum (Please visit our website, or download the app, for real-time coordinates.) Welcome! Lost and Found: Recollections of Space … Continue reading
Collections, by E.L. Chen
Jack finds the little god huddled in the antechamber outside the archives, a shivering oilslick shadow slumped against the door. Jack’s breathing quickens, not because a god has wiggled their … Continue reading
The Feather Stitch, by Mike Allen
The stout woman behind the cash register stares without smiling as Audra stammers through her request. This front room with its age-warped glass and wholesome brick, with its bolts of … Continue reading
Tatreez, by Sonia Sulaiman
“We’re not history; we’re not even myth. We’re apocryphal.” The Palestinians… The archives are emptied of her people. The university library has a lived-in sort of smell that makes itself … Continue reading
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