Calm Folk, Come Forth! - Adan Berkowitz - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2OLvKqx
The bear stood on its hind legs and roared. Its fur was matted and tangled, brown with hints of orange, and one of its ears was mostly gone. Gray eyes and long sharp teeth. Rancid breath wafted over me, and I pinched my nose. I was pretty sure it wa…
Hishi's claws ticked on the polished floor as she ran. The sound was barely audible, yet the teeming corridors emptied ahead of her. News had spread through the great city, out and down from the bloody throne room, that a new blend - an Excisor - ha…
Hishi - David A. Gray - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2wg1U5Y
We glided out of the base's garage onto smooth tarmac, but once we hit the icy terrain, things got bumpy. The rover shimmied up a rise pocked with shallow fissures and slowed to a crawl as we neared the crest. I gazed up. via Pocket
Cathedra - M.C. Tuggle - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MtXgeE
Carla sat on the edge of the metal railing that lined the motel's third-floor landing, gripping its paint-chipped bars with long, slender legs. Black lace stockings disappeared into a tattered bathrobe and a lipstick-stained cigarette rested between…
Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost - Douglas Anstruther - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MYXDhF
Our twins visit once a month. They arrive one at a time, passing one another as they move up and down the path dividing the manicured campus. via Pocket
Twins - Gregory Kane - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2Ct4dHk
Markus stood on the rocky hill in front of his house, neck aching as he craned it toward the sky. He'd been waiting for hours. He'd snuck early out of bed, slinking his way through the house and slipping outside into the muggy morning air. via Pocket
Chasing the Light - Gloria Wickman - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2BvjXej
I pushed the little girl on the rope swing, guessing she couldn't be more than seven, knowing she was my mother. The swing groaned as it arced forward, then back, the rope twisting against the bough of the mulberry tree. via Pocket
Nana Naoko's Garden - Michael Gardner - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2yaNAxh
The crew had already started calling it the graveyard. If it was a graveyard, it would be hard to choose a bleaker site for it, on a planet pretty much made up of bleak sites. via Pocket
Graveyard - Arlen Feldman - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2TUzFoa
On her sixteenth birthday, a girl approached her mother, a priestess gifted in prophecy, to learn her name and her fate. The trees of that island country spoke with the people, the priestesses most of all, and taught them things that we, to whom the…
The Cypress and the Rose - Sandi Leibowitz - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MtTEsV
The cave sits in a hillside, with its mouth yawed wide open. It is the kind of cave suited for raising the dead. Shadows move across dark spaces as the witch drags the shattered spines of small trees across the entrance. She stacks them high, leavin…
Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, and I Love You - L'Erin Ogle - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2P8OVdy
Once upon a time there were three brothers who lived with their parents in the midst of a vast forest. via Pocket
The Three Sisters - K. D. Azariah-Kribbs - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2L2U4Sj
Claudia Campbell shifted in her seat, clutching her oversized pocketbook closer to her chest. She released an audible huff. With all the automation these days, why couldn't they move things along faster? She dragged a digital magazine off a nearby t…
Switch - Lisa Clark - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2L3dk2l
Something woke me. A sound. I rolled to my back. Sand and rock ground into my shoulders and my skin hurt everywhere and my lungs seemed too dry to work properly. But for a moment I forgot all that, because when I looked up, there was a silver bowl o…
Radical Abundance - Angie Lathrop - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MjlFUM
The howls of the gore-hounds filled the night air. Vanda stopped to catch her breath. Sounds echoed off the trees, throwing noises at her from odd angles. Her pursuers were close. When they caught her it would be the end. via Pocket
What the Darkness Is - Simon Kewin - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2Bgi8BA
"Excuse me," Cash tried again, "you're not a doctor, are you?" Another bemused look and shake of the head. "Oh, okay, thanks anyway," he said to their backs. The warm bundle in his arms groaned uncomfortably. It was the first Cash had heard from him…
Bye Bye Skinny Cow - Hamilton Perez - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2Lf4BtU
Reproduction in a Closed Loop - Andrew M LeBlanc - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CsFV0W
The first iteration of General's life ends with the extinction of the human race. The third, fourth, and fifth iterations fare better, but even knowledge of its past iterations is not enough for General (Gen for short) to change the course of the wa…