Peter Carlson held the gurgling two-month-old infant with one hand, while the other dug through a dresser drawer. "Bwa! Bah!" gurgled the baby. via Pocket
Papa Pedro's Children - Karl Dandenell - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MYzBQE
"That's the worst thing about the end of the world," Elsie said, staring mournfully into a teacup that had long ago been licked clean of every last drop of Tetleys and soggy crumb of custard cream. "Routines go straight out the window. via Pocket
Light Winds With a Chance of Velociraptors - Michelle Ann King - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2OK79SY
Kevin's dad drove the huge water truck out the town gate every Wednesday morning. The brake lights glowed bright red when the truck stopped and the guards opened the gate. The lights dimmed, then disappeared as the truck rolled out beyond the town's…
Trucks in Reverse - Christopher Cervelloni - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MUGdzh
When the Fata first found me, I was very small, and I had lost my voice. Nevertheless, she took me in, and proved both kind and cruel thereafter. I used to gesture pleas, begging for the return of my voice. But she never seemed to understand why I w…
The Illuminator Leaves - Molly Etta - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2L0DsuD
Among the infinite forms which the natural world delivers us, none is more fascinating, more truly wonderful, than that incomprehensibly complicated movement referred to, in its entirety, as 'human life'. via Pocket
The Abjection Engine Fragments From the Diary of Alexi Alanovonovich - Y. X. Acs - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2wa5Wws
To walk upon the fallen leaves of the Ginkgo tree is very nearly to walk upon a river of gold. via Pocket
Upon the Fallen Leaves of the Ginkgo Tree - Mads Alvey - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MEUujv
Pwela woke to a chill unknown in the Forest of Always Dawn. Tar and peat filled the air, undercutting the perpetual crispness. She shot to her bare feet. While she slept, the Rot Thing had stolen her warmstone. via Pocket
Always Dawn to Forever Night - Luke Elliott - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2L3vFMx
In the heat, even paper seemed to sweat. Dr. Startsev's fingers left wet stains on the pages of the open notebook, on a number: thirty. Thirty minutes to try and deter the people about to enter his office from doing the irreversible. via Pocket
Memory is a Rumor - Yaroslav Barsukov - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2vTfHjc
Pain, true pain, lives outside of time. It arrives in a shear of liminal precognition, the thudding sky before the storm. We formulate routes of escape, believing that the visitor darkening our door could be turned away with the right words. via Poc…
Cheminagium - David Gallay - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2OIohbG