Littoral Drift, by L.S. Johnson
There is only a thin sunlight this morning, yet the pill glows with promise. It is blue and fat, the kind of gelatinous capsule we used to call a supplement. … Continue reading
Excerpt from UNLANGUAGE, by Michael Cisco
White Spaces Black Letters This stretch of my way is not romantic or unromantic. Engulfed suddenly in shadow. It’s densely crowded with black figures crossing and uncrossing my path, silhouetted … Continue reading
Unravelling, by Julia August
I. The witch’s nails were long and white. “Follow your dreams,” she said and flicked her spindle so that the crosspieces blurred. It was a Turkish spindle of the sort … Continue reading
After the Rain, by Polenth Blake
I’m ten or seven when it starts to rain. Claire takes the afternoon off work. She arrives home with an umbrella broken by the wind and a damp box, with … Continue reading
The Lion and the Unicorn, by A.C. Wise
(Content warning for sexual assault) The moment they see the unicorn boy—the shine of his skin, the pearlescent spiral of his horn, his silken hair pale as moonlight—they want him. … Continue reading
Tiger Baby, by JY Yang
Felicity wakes from a dream of hunting. She moves her hands, sleep-heavy, and is surprised to find them human-shaped, with hairless fingers that curl and end in flat, dirty nails. … Continue reading
What the Highway Prefers, by Cassandra Khaw
What the highway prefers is young meat. Smooth skin. Limpid, hopeful eyes. Caramel-sweet thighs that the years have yet to tattoo with varicose veins or regrets. She knows this because … Continue reading
The Ogre’s Brown-Eyed Daughter, by Barry King
It was fashionable in those days to mock the traditions of the Court, so one princess shocked the Bani Sidhe by taking an Ogre as a lover, and bearing him … Continue reading
Stalemate, by R.B. Lemberg
He wakes to warmth. The floor beneath his head. He stares at the spider-patterns etched into the ceiling, tiny and dense, grey against darker grey. No power runs through them. … Continue reading
More Embers Than Feathers Filled the Firmament, by Penny Stirling
Inside an alehouse whittled from a whale’s spine is where the last willie-wagtail whispers to herself, composing commemorations while cleaning tables. One night all a-sudden a tourist tesla-coil lilts, “Who’ll … Continue reading
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