When the air in Kaluwalhatian shifted with the final exhale of an old woman on the mortal plane, the thread fell through Liwani’s fingertips. A little more color bled out of her tapis, and her skin turned translucent, the bright red of the cloth she had been mending visible through her hands.
Read MoreLiwani
On her seventh birthday, Park Yunhee received her mask and her magpie. Both, she was told, would grow as she did.
Read MoreYour Wings a Bridge Across the Stars
Her heart races all over again when Kingsley slides a contract in front of her. The pen she's handed is golden, too. It’s real gold, isn’t it? She’s never touched real gold before. It feels amazing.
Read MoreThe Toll of the Snake
The thick dark coffee splatters into her tin cup, but instead of handing it to her he places it on the stove and takes an exaggerated step backward. He plucks at his left eye, exposing the reddish innerskin.
Rose checks herself in her phone camera. The sclera of her weepy right eye is a delicate shade of fairyfloss pink.
Read MoreReproduction on the Beach
If anyone had ever needed to fly, it was Prentiss just then. Fly up and out of the world of doors slamming and money fights and school fights and dollar-store-dinner fights and people screaming and leaving, or crying and leaving, or just leaving. But Flyboy was gone now, really gone, and Prentiss wouldn’t fly again.
Read MoreThe Words That Make Us Fly
The little girl looked her father askance. He nodded. She kissed the cheek he turned for her, and returned grudgingly to her mother who dragged her to the corner of the house.
Mukoro sighed and closed his eyes, and the numbers and equations came unbidden to him as they usually did.
Read MoreDestiny Delayed
A dense population of trees stand guard at the end of the field, and it would be so easy to slip into the wilderness and never return. She considers following the fox and vanishing into the twilight with crepuscular animals. A nighttime hunt, the excitement and energy it must bring—when was the last time she felt that alive?
Read MoreAfter the Twilight Fades
He's been building up inventory for a while in preparation for the gift-giving season. Phalanxes of pocket robots stand on his bookshelves, his eating counter, and the shelf over his bed.
Read MoreThe State Street Robot Factory
I feel the tack prick harder than it did this morning, because with T there was something abyss-like that might have swallowed me, had he not left me first.
Read MoreThey Could Have Been Yours