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Fiction

Anything with a Void at the Center

Content Note: This piece contains frank discussion of sexuality and sexual assault, please exercise care in reading Kieran leaned his elbow on the red press for entrance doorbell a third time, backpack dangling from the crest of his shoulder. Bringing his laptop to work gave him bad nerves, but with assignments coming due, he’d run […]

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The Ghasts

1. The little girl was blonde and had very blue eyes. She stood on the steps to the house and stared at Mara without expression. “It lives in the closet,” the little girl said. “Klara…” her father said. He looked apologetically at Mara. “Please,” he said. “Will you come in?” Mara followed them inside the […]

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The Music of the Siphorophenes

I know a nanomask when I see one, especially when the wearer’s making eye contact. There’s something about how the mask melds around the lids—it’s just a little bit stiff, but you have to really know what you’re looking for to tell. But people in nanomasks are trouble, and I never want any of that. […]

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The Big Heavy

Here are your fingers, here are your toes. Here is the great black eternity outside your window, the sky that is not sky. Feel that first hurt blooming within you; that planet-shaped hole. You may come to love canned air and the sweet antiseptic of your pillow each morning as you wake. You may live […]

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SuperMAX

Content Note: child death, animal cruelty and death Gravel crunched as the mobile morgue drove itself away from the prison loading dock. Spotting the vehicle, the facility supervisor began to jog toward the gatehouse. Shoes slapping, he struggled to keep his shirt tucked in as he crossed the outer parking lot, well beyond the automated […]

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Tantie Merle and the Farmhand 4200

So, hear nah. This is how it happen. Was years after Malcolm pass through and wash away a lot ah we little islands coasts, and mash up so much ah Florida and Texas and them places, and people say they ain’t waiting for no next storm like that one, and they pack up they things […]

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Désolé

Mrs. K.’s son’s INData memory chip had been sold off to the highest bidder at $20,000CHD, but no one would tell her to whom it had been sold, much less how she might be able to contact them. When she presented her case officer at the City H Integrated Neurological Data Archives and Donation Centre […]

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