speculative prose

City of Wings and Song, by Sara Norja

A whir of wings, a stir of song. The market is waking. The city of Mereveh has many a market. Set in a low valley just south of the Jagged … Continue reading

May 1, 2020

With God as Our Witness, by AJ Fitzwater

And lo, the Knights of Heavensgate came upon the Mountain which would launch them towards God, and they saw that it was Good. With marbled sides pink in the setting … Continue reading

November 14, 2019

A Cream-Broker’s Courtship, by Nin Harris

The Viveks were in the habit of drinking the milk straight from their bovine friends. They had done so for generations. For everybody else, special ceremonies were needed. Pujas were … Continue reading

November 14, 2019

Something to Light the Sunless Winter, by Sara Beitia

DAY 5 Securing a berth on the Cressida’s maiden voyage is a lottery win, Asa said. She’s not the first ship to leave the cosmic shallows around Earth, of course, … Continue reading

November 14, 2019

That Damned Cat, by Barbara Turney Wieland

That damned cat! Sat on my chest, in the road, piercing my heart with its smile. Yes, the bloody thing grinned at me! Then it spoke. Yes! Believe it or … Continue reading

November 14, 2019

Sestina for Medea, by Alexandra Munck

A woman with the heart of a bird lives in a house that was constructed from the bones of enemies conquered. Under no circumstances are strangers allowed inside. Ivy has … Continue reading

November 14, 2019

Enchiridion of the Soltite, restored by Xue Xihe

2nd EDITION Given Gratis. Not to be reproduced for the lucre of any individual, party, and most definitely not the Cily state. PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION Ignorance is to cave … Continue reading

November 14, 2019

When the Vine Came, by S.R. Mandel

The narrator shook his long grey curls. “When I lost my eyes, my sight became clearer,” he said. “I’ll tell you the real story. Listen!”: The planet was Boeotia; the … Continue reading

March 14, 2019

Prima Fuit, Finis Erit, by Julia August

First Cynthia caught me with her fulminating eyes. O me miserum! Captive and collared, a fool never before touched. Now she, trailing charred Coan silk, her curls breathing cold perfume, … Continue reading

March 14, 2019

The Wytch-Byrd of the Nabryd-Keind, by Farah Rose Smith

gold in my eyes red on my mouth am I glamour or did I eat you for treasure   Claudia Marr, head swinging up in pride from the cover of … Continue reading

March 14, 2019