by Renee Christopher
We didn’t have tongues, not like our ancestors, but we adapted. Sign language, gestures, facial expressions.
by Sara Norja
My father told me that the spell was too strong to break, that I should never trust the forest-folk. But the thought of my mother trapped within a gnarled birch tree in the far north was too much for me to bear.
by D.A. Xiaolin Spires
I tell him that by courting danger I conquer danger. … I tell him that when the sharks come, they will see and they will be scared that I have their weapon.
by Nino Cipri
She ran her tongue over the porcelain crowns where her incisors had once been—a nervous habit she’d picked up ever since the dentist had planted them in her gums.
Oct 18, 2018 | essay
by Danilo Campos
What if science and technology could make the entire global resource pie so large, even a minuscule slice could represent abundant prosperity?
by Sarah Gailey
Read: ‘Murder’. It was murder, the car had a choice, you can’t choose to kill someone and call it manslaughter.
by Keyan Bowes
Mom’s turquoise-blue saree morphed into her silver Battle Station uniform. … She’d be needed in the Situation Room with all the other Telepaths.
by Takim Williams
Dr. Williams has retreated to his inner space, where he has spent increasingly more time since his wife’s death in the office fire a year ago.
Sep 27, 2018 | news
by Pablo Defendini
We're thrilled to reveal the cover for Hillary Monahan's upcoming novel, Gunsmoke & Glamour!
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