The Antevasin
She lives on the margin always dreaming – a non-conformist, she is no villager, yet refuses...
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by Annette Gagliardi | Aug 14, 2019 | Issue #02, Poetry | 0 |
She lives on the margin always dreaming – a non-conformist, she is no villager, yet refuses...
Read Moreby Robert Jeschonek | Aug 14, 2019 | Fiction, Issue #02 | 0 |
‘Officer!’ shouts the crystal-breasted, green-spined Gargalumf, jabbing her glittering...
Read Moreby Todd Sullivan | Aug 14, 2019 | Fiction, Issue #02 | 0 |
Om sent a mental command to the soulsifters embedded in his eyes. The hardware, shaped like...
Read Moreby Felice Picano | Aug 14, 2019 | Fiction, Issue #02 | 0 |
Even though we’re pretty much together on everything, IZ was the one who was monitoring outer...
Read Moreby Alfredo Carpineti | Aug 14, 2019 | Issue #02, NonFiction | 0 |
Merging humans with technology is often thought of as something from a science fiction story, but...
Read Moreby Michael Lee Johnson | Aug 14, 2019 | Issue #02, Poetry | 0 |
Michelangelo with steel balls and a wire brush wishing he was wearing motorcycle leathers, going...
Read Moreby Aimee Ogden | Aug 14, 2019 | Fiction, Issue #02 | 0 |
Gascoyne had half a dozen work requests loaded onto his taskbar before he reached the ‘locks...
Read Moreby Kenzie Mathews | Aug 14, 2019 | Fiction, Issue #02 | 0 |
I have just turned 13 when the barber-cutters come for my hair. The barber-cutters are tiny round...
Read Moreby Matthew Harrison | Aug 14, 2019 | Issue #02, NonFiction | 0 |
As a boy, the thrill for me in reading science fiction was the moment of revelation of the...
Read Moreby Michelle Muenzler | May 11, 2018 | Issue #01, Poetry | 0 |
When holiest Shen walks, the moon gloams red. With each stride, her right foot steps into the future; her left, into the past. Like mourners, we cling to her hem, drawn in her wake from remotest village to black-stoned shore, to ailing tower long shucked of purpose. Our footprints fill her own, and in the filling are made deeper.
But holiest Shen does not ponder her passage. Nor does she sleep.
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