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At the top of a hill dotted with bluebells, the tiny cages of the Princess Tree flutter in the breeze. By April, the bottom of each cage is a heavy...
The Fruit of the Princess Tree
At the top of a hill dotted with bluebells, the tiny cages of the Princess Tree flutter in the breeze. By April, the bottom of each cage is a heavy...
“A hoodie is what a Soucouyant give birth to when she trick a Midnight Robber.” Or so Rose calls herself. Passed off to orphanages. No idea who her mother and...
Hoodie
“A hoodie is what a Soucouyant give birth to when she trick a Midnight Robber.” Or so Rose calls herself. Passed off to orphanages. No idea who her mother and...
For a long time, I wondered what kind of person would volunteer to have their skin exposed to temperatures cycling between the melting point of aluminium and the night-time surface...
An Arc of Electric Skin
For a long time, I wondered what kind of person would volunteer to have their skin exposed to temperatures cycling between the melting point of aluminium and the night-time surface...
"To Live and Die in Dixieland" — published inApex Magazine,issue 130, March 2022. Read it here: https://apex-magazine.com/to-live-and-die-in-dixieland Russell Nicholsis a speculative fiction writer and endangered journalist. Raised in Richmond, California,...
Episode 88: To Live and Die in Dixieland
"To Live and Die in Dixieland" — published inApex Magazine,issue 130, March 2022. Read it here: https://apex-magazine.com/to-live-and-die-in-dixieland Russell Nicholsis a speculative fiction writer and endangered journalist. Raised in Richmond, California,...
To Live and Die in Dixieland — Russell Nichols None of them can see what lies behind the tree line. They finger the oak trunks, white hands racing down the...
To Live and Die in Dixieland
To Live and Die in Dixieland — Russell Nichols None of them can see what lies behind the tree line. They finger the oak trunks, white hands racing down the...
Sophy’s drillbots were about to reach a new layer in the karst mountains—so close, she could feel it—when her parent-mind Nestor pinged. If it had been any other AI pinging,...
Strata
Sophy’s drillbots were about to reach a new layer in the karst mountains—so close, she could feel it—when her parent-mind Nestor pinged. If it had been any other AI pinging,...
1 Time is absolute. My son is born and there is blood, screaming sweet as rain, tears, and joy. I hold him. Things precede. Time is a straight line that...
Nine Theories of Time
1 Time is absolute. My son is born and there is blood, screaming sweet as rain, tears, and joy. I hold him. Things precede. Time is a straight line that...