An unexpected injury, an intrusive sister, and an earworm complicate Beloved's carefully hidden experiment.

I was only trying to finish his order. Creative Nonfiction

A swarm of thoughts followed her everywhere she went that day.

Everyone expects Naziha to move on. Move out. Move along—and leave the fruits of her labor for those who never earned them. Naziha has other plans.

A found journal. A vanished colony. Nineteen cycles of hard-won survival notes.

Something happens between

I sink my splayed hand into the plush silvered fur of her back.

Grandpa asked me if I knew about birds and bees When I was seven Then he laughed at my confusion Ask your mother, he told me. She was eight when he taught her.

Julien knows what flying is supposed to look like. Getting there is another matter entirely.

“Stop crying” they said.

Here they come looking for fucks again.