The light was the brightest thing she had seen. She lowered her goggles over her eyes and made sure her pack had sunscreen for her skin, a breakershield for sand and debris, and empty space for what she would bring back. The humans behind her, still deep within the protection of the underground tunnel, wore …

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Williams

Day 88 Deep in his closet, inside a box of useless trinkets and photographs he’s accumulated the last couple of months, in a boot, in a sock, he locates the laser scalpel. He goes to the mirror, where his face, his narrow nose and crooked smile, are familiar now and unthreatening and despite the fact …

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Deep in snow lands, a King and Queen and their daughter Katla lived in a stone castle. Katla played in ice sweeps below frozen skies. She ran with white foxes. Within the castle halls, she dwelled in tapestry gleam and fire glow. Her mother taught her to weave the tales of the frost gods into …

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1. 2005 After Mari’s first electroconvulsive treatment, the shadow-woman comes to her. The shadow-woman sits on the edge of Mari’s bed, crosses her legs neatly at the ankle and leans back against the wooden foot board. Her slim water-blue skirt and jacket seem to glow against the sterile white bedspread. A matching blue pillbox hat …

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Tian ran until she felt her heart would burst and her legs would shatter, her little sister heavy and wailing on her back. When she chanced a quick look back for their pursuers, her left foot caught on something hard and twisted. She pitched forward onto her hands and knees, Asan tumbling off her back …

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‘Who Wants to Live For Ever?’ evolved from the ending of a much longer story that was written for a competition prompt. “Mum, are we there yet?” As my son asks the question for the 17,810,311th time, I wish once again that my circuits would allow me to scream. They don’t, of course. When the …

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They picked their way from rock to rock across the river. Sometimes Enzi had to stretch her legs as far as they could go to reach the next one. Ahead she heard a gasp and a splash. Mistress Beldaria had lost her footing and tumbled into the current. Young Master Ylder threw himself into the …

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This story first appeared in The Crimson Pact Volume 3 anthology. Ed. Paul Genesse. Alliteration Ink. March 20, 2012. I didn’t mean to become a murderer, not really. I did imagine them dying over and over—I used to pray for it every night before I went to bed. Tom Miller’s face was pitted like a …

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Cold Flame

Out of the single candidate they had lined up for this job, I was the one who got it. A shoo-in, Director Hafferty declared, but I’m thinking it was more like shoo-away: mothballed after the boondoggle I caused in Toronto. The Agency needed someplace convenient to stick my sorry posterior, and the seed vault on …

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The Sidhe

Something white between the oaks, the shade too deep for shadows. No breath, no footsteps, although she darted like a startled doe. “Sidhe,” he whispered. She has to be sidhe. Since he followed his father into the forest, learned to wield the ax, he’d hoped to see one. “Come to weep over the trees, they …

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