When We Dream We Are Our God
Today, in a small, quiet room near the centre of the Lagos University Teaching Hospital, I went into the cold darkness of sleep and when I returned to the warm light of consciousness, I had become a god.
Read Moreby Wole Talabi | May 29, 2019 | Award Nominees, Short Fiction | 2
Today, in a small, quiet room near the centre of the Lagos University Teaching Hospital, I went into the cold darkness of sleep and when I returned to the warm light of consciousness, I had become a god.
Read Moreby Suyi Davies Okungbowa | May 7, 2019 | Award Nominees, Short Fiction | 4
Do not go out to the dunes, the Chief says to Isiuwa. You’d do well not to awaken the wrath of the whistling gods.
Read Moreby Adam R. Shannon | Dec 4, 2018 | Award Nominees, Short Fiction, Theodore Sturgeon Memorial Award | 6
When the dog dies, she doesn’t know she is dying. You shouldn’t feel sorry for her. To her, life lasts forever.
Read Moreby Naomi Kritzer | Sep 4, 2018 | Award Nominees, Short Fiction | 2
When Amelia turned fourteen, everyone assured her that she’d find her fairy soon.
Read Moreby Alix E. Harrow | Feb 6, 2018 | Award Nominees, Hugo Award, Nebula Award, Short Fiction, WSFA Small Press Award | 62
Our late fee is twenty-five cents per day or a can of non-perishable food during the summer food drive. By the time the boy finally slid The Runaway Prince into the return slot, he owed $4.75. I didn’t have to swipe his card to know; any good librarian (of the second kind) ought to be able to tell you the exact dollar amount of a patron’s bill just by the angle of their shoulders.
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