Stories

Magic came to the world in flowers. They came from below, out of season and out of time. They split through concrete and brick and bridges and made the air a thickly scented haze of soft pollen. The ones who survived the deadly assault on the human immune system woke to find the world already mourning the ones who hadn’t. … Read More

This story appears in Division: A Collection of Science Fiction Fairytales. RICHARD SITS ON a couch that’s too soft, waiting. He’s given up trying to get comfortable. Even shifting only reminds him of the cold sweat misting his skin and the empty space in front of him where his eyepiece should be projecting. He’s overhyped, a raw nerve. Maybe he … Read More

The courtroom flickered over her face. Blue light. Pale. Calming. Frightening. It washed out everything, made the judge look inhuman, made its eyes look as distant as an empty sky. “Ms. Ling,” said the avatar. Its fingers flexed down on the sensor, rapping down like a gavel. “I hereby find you guilty of theft. As this is your second conviction, I … Read More

Tiredly, I play Death. It weeps rust as it settles: coating our hair drawing ash over ruins of the old world sleeping. We sit deep in its bowels, using its legs as a table. My sister tosses The Hierophant. The card flutters face down – too late. Far too late. In seconds it is gone. She pays its skeleton no … Read More