Fiction
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Soulpuncher
Look, you know, not many people get run over by a train first thing
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The Beast of Echo Island
Suppose there were a ship’s captain who sixteen times over failed to deliver a single passenger to their promised destination. What might you think of him?
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Golden’s Egg
“What seems to be the issue, honourable–” Gullna twitched as her human form momentarily spasmed for a half second until she mentally clamped back down on the strings that moved the thin limbs, “–captain.”
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A Starlight Manifesto
My baby’s flame burns brightly in the Heavens now, a constellation of one.
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After School
I look back. Landon won’t. In the window the monster lowers its gray muzzle. It might be grinning.
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Night Work
Her boss, a doughy man named Howard, had received me at their tiny Midtown office an hour and a half before with the kind of sweaty furtiveness one would normally expect of a liquor-store thief or a public masturbator.
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It Grew Too Great
The strangest thing, Mr. Webber, was that each midnight, the feeling of being watched would stop.
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Swarm Behavior
“I’m sorry I got a concussion on our fucking honeymoon,” Greg said. Lauren let out a warm, genuine laugh. It shocked him. Felt like a different woman stood next to him, the one he’d been with all these years.
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Do Not Stand By My Grave, I Am Not There
Something came from deep inside her chest. A sound he’d never heard, and one he never wanted to hear again. Like every organ had ruptured and turned to liquid—and started to boil.
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The Flowering of Nightmares and Dreams
I eyed his gun and followed him inside. This was all wrong—the fate I’d been avoiding for months. I resented the baby for it. My stomach cramped, and I welcomed the pain.
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Gurok’s Last Love
PaiMeisDong: The AI doesn’t reflect my choices at all. An hour into movie mode, Gurok started making out with some dude.
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The Psyche Passes the Time
“It’s like”—the gatekeeper sighed—“everyone here is very, very broken. You don’t really walk through a door into the corridor if you’re happy. And then because you’re sad, because you love the corridor so much, it eats you.”