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Fill tear ducts with provided saline solution. Do not mix or combine with non-approved third-party solutions. Open the mouth of your robot when ready to activate. Press the purple button under the to...

What I’d taken for white beads are actually human teeth, mixed with white crystals I identified (via taste, to Mole’s horror) as salt. Mole looks at the mixture and shudders. I don’t know how to ex…

“Always just. Always magical.” When the four of us first started working as Magical Girls, we penned the slogan in a McDonalds, giggling about how corny it sounded. Annie joked about how we’d still be...

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This month's short fiction recs include strange tales, near future explorations, and at least one giant.

This month's short fiction recs include strange tales, near future explorations, and at least one giant.

please do your job and check the thing / I want my frog antiques

The children wield firecrackers as they enter the old shop on Mott Street. Copper wind bells chime as the door closes behind them. Inside, velvet curtains block all natural light. Here the glow of…

What is storytelling if not our duty to necromancy? Our duty to bring life to ashes? This poem was largely inspired by society’s response to The Dancing Plague of 1518, a notable instance of the virus...

This poem was written in response to the LandBack movement and as part of the brainstorming process for my unpublished cli-fi novel The Everwhen.