Category Archives: Fiction

Laborotics

Electricity coursed through the concrete bunker that housed Unit 11, bringing the 30 androids to life. Green lights atop each mechanical worker flickered on while their gears clicked, unlocking them from their charge stations. C-17 clenched his black mechanical hand … Continue reading

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So You Want to Know How You Got That Scar.

You find solace in a world you cannot see for it sees you not, either. You are your own resting place, a hospital, a house, a flat, a small room, a pair of shoes so big you take strolls inside … Continue reading

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Molasses

The day my momma killed my daddy was a hot day in April. Naw, the rains had stopped by then, so it was May. I was about seven or eight. When the fighting started, I’d been in the kitchen cooking … Continue reading

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Ice Cream and Apostles

I sit in the back of the taxi, rolling from side to side every time we turn the corner. The narrow streets of Prague bend randomly. Fluff from the hole in the upholstery sticks to my lips. At one point … Continue reading

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Heat Death

Malik drains his pint and stands up. “Right, off home now. Same time next week?” Zach nods. “Okay, see you then.” Malik glances at his watch. “What are we like, finishing at 8? More like pensioners than thirty-somethings. Do you … Continue reading

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Loneliness in Tokyo

Original by Mauricio Palazzo, translation by Toshiya Kamei 1. They are often on board trains. Grown men, women, and even adolescents and children walk down the carriages repeating incomprehensible litanies. No one pays attention to them, ghosts in the city. … Continue reading

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When Night Falls on Niagara

When night falls on Niagara I follow her. She stops for coffee every night before her shift starts. “Gloria” is the name scribbled in playful black marker on her coffee cup, but she doesn’t look like a Gloria to me. … Continue reading

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