Alma died in her tidy New York home shortly after 5pm on October 17th, before the news came on but after the daytime talk shows ended. No one noticed that they were short one Alma Perch, aged sixty-five, quiet librarian and widow of Melvin Perch, a mild-mannered ornithologist who discovered a rare type of pigeon …

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The Five Sisters were more than five, and they weren’t necessarily sisters, but they were all women, and they were more terrifying than the four male societies combined. These ladies were small, dusky-skinned women, comfortable with a bow, an M-16, or a Farcry rocket launcher. They believed in defending their people, in any way they …

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The dream always comes before a storm hits. I know it by heart—even my dreamself knows what’s going to happen next. The great bear twists her head towards us and in her eyes, it’s clear—she’s turned. Behind me, Alex and Mark curse and run. The bear roars. It is thunder, breaking clouds. It rattles through …

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Jaydren’s eyeballs felt sticky. He rubbed his left eye, gulped down the dregs of his simulated coffee beverage, and sent his notes to Mr. Kalinski before swiping the screen aside. Leaving work, he projected into his status reader, which also updated his changing location as he stepped into the lift and plummeted into the chaotic, …

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Seiko waited for me at the exit of my tunnel. My other Pilot, Ahna, had already switched off her mental links and raced back to her quarters, eager for distraction after hours of mind numbing work. Keeping me under control required most of their focus. Without their constant push, I had a tendency to mutiny. …

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The shuttle’s airlock frames the orbiting station Gaia, bright against blackness, the cable between it and the shuttle stretching like a tightrope, maybe fifty meters. It looks long as eternity. I open my palm to release my signature artwork, an origami dove, one of those that always open my installations. I turn both viewports of …

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When Astrid Ethridge died, only a handful of nieces and nephews survived her. They asked few questions, assuming that she died of natural causes, given her age and frail, birdlike frame. Most hadn’t seen her in years. The ones who maintained contact had done their best to overlook the insults and jabs that their aunt …

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They used a pair of children’s round-tip scissors to cut the plastic free. The jolt from the sudden release sent a wave of searing pain up my arms and through my stiff, unyielding shoulders. I clenched my teeth to stifle a gasp, but a weak groan still resonated in my throat. When I heard the …

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“Do not engage the arX in any questions that require an emotional answer. She can’t access her empathetic components anymore,” Dr. Blake’s assistant said from the other side of the cleanroom’s airlock. His voice came over the little speaker tinny and sanitized. He tapped a finger against the Plexiglass to force Mary to look up …

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“People have the right to call themselves whatever they like. That doesn’t bother me. It’s other people doing the calling that bothers me.” ~ Octavia E. Butler I look forward to a day when I’m no longer a “woman writer”, and it has nothing to do with whether I’m still actually writing stories or not. …

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