Daylight gives up the Sun; the air no longer hangs humid. The saw grass has tapered off and given way to tall, arching, bowing, blossoming trees. A path widens before me. The maddening chatter of many different birds becomes clear the closer we move in. I feel as if we’ve sailed towards some great metropolis …

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Gasping for oxygen, the Sedna surged through the ocean surface, the green Arctic ocean now a scene of yellow froth and gray confusion, the sky lost in an ochre fog, worse than any storm that she had ever seen before. All of her body screamed for oxygen, her tail muscles cramping in her effort to …

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Now and again, Dolores had jivy spells. Like some kind of June firefly had flown into her eye, blinking its gold light on and off, flapping little black wings in her brain. Sometimes it felt worse, like a furious tornado in her head, and just like a tornado, these periods came on fast. Mostly, they …

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I inherited, like silver, the ghost of a grandfather I never knew. He is my mother’s father, a doctor in a small town on a bay. He takes his children swimming each summer, drives back at night to make the hospital rounds. Though I know him only in shades of gray, I see that he …

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The small bells sewn to his boots jangled as he hopped from one foot to the other. Beads of cold sweat trickled down his face. They disappeared into the ruff at his neck, spreading outwards in a wet map of his nerves. He risked a peek into the throne room. The Queen sat on her …

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Traynor Vance disappeared a year ago on the outside. Some say he wandered too far. Others claim one of the wild sandgators got him. Every morning, I come out here to watch the dawn break, always hoping to get a glimpse of Traynor. I inhale the sandy air, taking it deep into my lungs. The …

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I send up my words, probes, small irritants begging an audience with large gods. I plead in whispers; let me be your pilot fish, I will clean your wounds. But no matter how many times I milk this rage turning it into slow steady starter fuel, I am never able to breach the midnight sky …

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Getting to the Goblin Market is a matter of knowing someone who knows how to get there. Unless you are a cat. A cat does not require an invitation or a map as they are their own invitation. They can walk the paths of the unseen and are a law unto themselves. That doesn’t mean …

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Crossroads

If the coyote whined or yelped, the sound was lost under the scream of the horn and the sickening thump of the impact. The coyote flew, legs stiff, knocked off to the side at a weird angle. The car slowed for just a second, and then accelerated away. With a whimper, the coyote staggered to …

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