When he had been a boy, he had thought that stretch of the tunnel was glass because the view outside was beautiful. He had gaped through the train’s windows at the shivering fathoms of water outside, the floodlights standing like… Continue reading

The freeze had come hard and fast, stilling the world like a game of Grandmother’s Footsteps under the sudden glare of the sun. It turned the trees and ponds and the last of the golden grass to frosted glass, and… Continue reading

She had to pull herself out of the wreckage, dragging herself through the jagged, sparking crawlspaces that were all the crash had left of her ship. Cold, sensible metal crumpled into an unsolvable puzzle, a way home she would never… Continue reading

Travelling by the right route, through the emptiest spaces, you can go for days without seeing anything amiss in the world. Anything of a fine enough weave to unravel, anything you would recognize going wrong. Maybe the world is still… Continue reading

His radio wailed and shrieked where he’d thrown it into the farthest corner of the room. Static bursts of distorted agony blurting through the dark, do you copy and the wet, forsaken screams of dying alone when no one answered.… Continue reading

Will it hurt? she had asked, lying for the first time with her neck bare and open to the gold-plated plug in his hand. He had laughed, looping the cable around his arm in affectionate coils, leaving none of it… Continue reading

It isn’t worth being the one who saves the day. Who sees the plot coming together with wide, roving eyes while everyone else gapes at the screens mounted high in the square, which have started to flicker with symbols and… Continue reading