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Madam is looking at herself. Of course, that’s not so rare in this house, but this time Madam is doing it with great gravity. I can see her, of course,...
Aethra
Madam is looking at herself. Of course, that’s not so rare in this house, but this time Madam is doing it with great gravity. I can see her, of course,...
The Festival of Kinship sweeps through the city of New Luru. Celebrations span a week every year because freedom is beautiful. Men kiss other men openly in the streets, women...
Samsāra in a Teacup
The Festival of Kinship sweeps through the city of New Luru. Celebrations span a week every year because freedom is beautiful. Men kiss other men openly in the streets, women...
My spirit aches. Reality is severed. I’m trapped in a glass room. Time is water, streaming by. I’m underwater in the current of time, watching time float by. My hand...
Dreamports
My spirit aches. Reality is severed. I’m trapped in a glass room. Time is water, streaming by. I’m underwater in the current of time, watching time float by. My hand...
We loved each other, but not like Neruda or the telenovelas said we would. We had been engaged, and we had split up. When he realised my favourite extracurricular activity...
The synchronism of touch
We loved each other, but not like Neruda or the telenovelas said we would. We had been engaged, and we had split up. When he realised my favourite extracurricular activity...
Godmother watches over us all. The AI’s face beams out across the city from a billboard, wearing a nurse’s cap and a beatific smile befitting her name. Nickname, to be...
Godmother
Godmother watches over us all. The AI’s face beams out across the city from a billboard, wearing a nurse’s cap and a beatific smile befitting her name. Nickname, to be...
May 2071 I rock on the cedar swing on my veranda and hear the wind rustling through the gaunt forest. An abandoned nest, the forest sighs in low ponderous notes....
Robin's Last Song
May 2071 I rock on the cedar swing on my veranda and hear the wind rustling through the gaunt forest. An abandoned nest, the forest sighs in low ponderous notes....
Narrated by Sanderson Tavares eeing his daughter with her face bruised in the front yard was a matter of time. Célia’s left eye was blackened and her lips were blotched...
Soil of Our Home, Storm of Our Lives
Narrated by Sanderson Tavares eeing his daughter with her face bruised in the front yard was a matter of time. Célia’s left eye was blackened and her lips were blotched...