We called it the monster because we could, though none of us found the label to be particularly satisfying. After a certain point, Yerim started calling it the Logos Pilgrim. Which was understandable,...

LA  NDRY or L  UNDRY. Those were the two choices. You never knew which one you were gonna get. The letters took turns to be fickle, blinking and spluttering in a game of chance. Mr. Lee, the laundry-mat owner, was stingy with the upkeep. He let his storefront waver, caught between two versions of itself. […]

LA  NDRY or L  UNDRY. Those were the two choices. You never knew which one you were gonna get. The letters took turns to be fickle, blinking and spluttering in a game of chance. Mr. Lee, the laundry-mat owner, was stingy with the upkeep. He let his storefront waver, caught between two versions of itself. […]

Sunwoo Jeong is a Korean writer living in NYC and Seoul in alternation. She is an academic linguist by day and an author by night. Her work has appeared in Split Lip, Fantasy, Lightspeed, and Uncanny ...

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In his youth, The Fan experienced joy. This was his first mistake. Now, The Fan anticipates the arrival of the newest incarnation of The IP. The new incarnation is a Bold New Direction for The IP a...

Hexagon Spring ’25 Lightspeed 3/25 Beneath Ceaseless Skies 3/6/25 I’m sad to report that the Spring issue of Hexa­gon is their last, at least for now. And the final issue opens with a reminder of t…

by Maria Haskins Where there are humans telling stories, there are monsters. From the very beginning, monsters have taken center stage in our myths, fairytales, and fiction. The vampire is one of the ...

We called it the monster because we could, though none of us found the label to be particularly satisfying. After a certain point, Yerim started calling it the Logos Pilgrim. Which was understandable,...

by Sunwoo Jeong It’s cards night. Ms. Mouse flings in her final stake. Chittery gasps. Isn’t that the girl’s scrunchie?⁠—Midnight purple with golden threads, velvet soft with a perfect grip? …

People have no idea how much of themselves they can slough off. Every night, I clean oodles of ttae—exfoliated skin cells, rolled up into crescent doughs. They lap about in the Hot Springs; merge into...

People have no idea how much of themselves they can slough off. Every night, I clean oodles of ttae—exfoliated skin cells, rolled up into crescent doughs. They lap about in the Hot Springs; merge into...