In Julia August's story, Modern Cassandra is here to warn you, but alas, all of her warnings go to the spam folder.
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In Julia August's story, Modern Cassandra is here to warn you, but alas, all of her warnings go to the spam folder.
What kind of insect would you and your partner be? The protagonist of Melanie Mulrooney's story "An Insect Who Dreamt She Was a Woman" cycles through many options as they sleep.
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Along those lines: A lit cigarette is carried at the height of a child’s face. granades.com?p=1653
Every night until I forget, a picture of my sleeping #corgi. Tonight she rejects the avocado bed in favor of the rug.
been quietly chanting “durandil” for weeks now, guess I can stop
how many jane hats do I need to gather and burn to prevent firefly from returning.
It’s one of those things that’ve always felt like a double win to me: fun for the writer (plus it forces me to think about what would be interesting as an achievement); done well, fun for the player.
Today, Jesterbells invites us to consider the circular nature of life in her piece, "They Live So Little and They Die So Fast".
You asked for it! The long-awaited sequel to You Are Jeff Bezos is finally here:
YOU ARE ELON MUSK
200+ passages. 7 endings. Secrets. In-jokes. Giant robots. All with the purpose of doing one thing: SPENDING ALL OF ELON MUSK'S FUCKING MONEY
direkris.itch.io/elon
that didn’t last long.
every night until I forget I post a picture of our sleepy #corgi, even on nights like tonight where she is not sleepy, nuh uh, there will be no sleeping.
why yes I do have adhd, why do you ask
why yes I do have adhd, why do you ask
i have solved my organizational issues by sorting my notebooks into ones that have only the first few pages written in and then ones that are too pretty to be used on a mediocre project and so will forever be untouched by ink
Cover for March issue of Locus, with a shadowy landscape with strange trees wreathed in mist under a sky with a huge satellite or other planet.
My latest short fiction review column is in the March issue of Locus Magazine: subscribers.locusmag.com/content/buy-...
There's a special kind of surprised delight in realizing that you've outlived your planned obsolescence, as in Manuela Amiouny's poem "Obsolete is a Word That No Longer Exists".
Hey #scicomm folks!
I am looking for a diverse crew to represent their fields with their head shot and a fun fact they like from their field of study, but SPECIFICALLY:
-a geologist/volcanist or gemologist
-a zoologist
-astronomer
-a paleontologist
-a structural engineer
Antonia Hodgson’s The Raven Scholar! Fantasy world with rot hidden at the center of it that comes clear through political scheming, a murder mystery, and a protagonist who is understandably blinkered but also delightful.
Likely!
Three brown-and-tan loaches, little eel-like fish, sandwiched between a plant leaf and the side of their aquarium.
Our loaches love chillin’ on leaves.
Have you ever wondered what aliens might make of the glittering objects far above our heads? Marie Brennan's poem "Cutting the Cord" offers one possibility.
wait what.
“Just one more question”
Important update: she has rejected the bed for 80% of her body.
Both of these are amazing.
Every night—whoops, almost forgot—a picture of our sleepy #corgi. Tonight: she remembered her avocado bed exists.
Everyone’s posts about what their grandfathers did (which are amazing and delight me to no end) reminds me that I wrote this obituary for my dad’s dad.
granades.com?p=1240
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Store owner and later rural mail carrier
Minister and WWII chaplain/paratrooper who always jumped first