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
What the Marsh Remembers, by B. Pladek
May 1930: Clearwater Marsh, Wisconsin. Rand began at dawn, with the peat. Ten years ago the state had dredged the marsh for farmland, but it had grown nothing but summer … Continue reading
Sokal, by Joseph Tomaras
The cage closes around the pre-war elevator in the pre-war building in Forest Hills. For Joshua Davidovich, a childhood of ample Sunday lunches in his great-grandmother’s sixth-floor rent-controlled apartment has … Continue reading
Learning Tihluhan in the Fourteenth Century, by A.J. Hammer
Nominative Temos Atritian knows many things about Tihluhan. It is a secret language, a language of the shadows, best for plots and secrecy and things half-known and half-understood; it fell … Continue reading
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