Gains
It’s just one little pill. What’s the worst that could happen?
Azathoth, Lonely in the Cold Center of Eternity
It’ll be okay one day.
Cargo
The life of a corporate mercenary is one long boring wait, punctuated by brief, bright red bouts of violence.
Last Embers
Push product. Catch fire.
Spidersilk, Spidersong
Young ballerinas grapple with personal demons and their relentlessly ambitious ballet instructor.
Kelpie Dreams
A poem by Marisca Pichette.
A Recipe for Crocodile Tears
Not everyone can cry on command.
First Sergeant Xelos Nesteroy’s Christmas List, care of Admiral Almay, Seventh Fleet, Interstellar Navy
A Christmas list from a prisoner of war.
The Day the Slugs Fell Off
Survivors of an alien invasion make an alarming discovery.
Love Letter to My Mother Written on a Train from Moscow
The past is a locomotive that pulls the future. Sometimes, neither is yours.