High above the island of Dreden, the wind roared in Tala's ears, chilling her despite the warm bulk beneath her, and she wished humans could mindspeak as dragons did. via Pocket
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…
The Dean of Admissions took off his spectacles and polished them on his dappled lower shoulder. "You will be the first man to attend Chiron Classical University, you know." "I used 'man' in the inclusive meaning of the word." The Dean's rear hooves …
Sister Alice was glad of the rain. A steady patter of raindrops displayed a landscape to her sensitive ears and helped her find a path. Without hesitation, her feet followed a line of paving stones across mossy grass inside the courtyard. via Pocket
The sun is just bellying up above the skyline and light filters through the world. I turn Star away from the Deadlands, where there aren't any trees or shrubs and the sun has scorched the ground into big puzzle pieces. via Pocket
A vast, frozen void, stretching out in all directions, extending to the infinite. Like a colossal blank canvas, it was mammoth in scope, yet almost entirely devoid of life, thought, or purpose. The probe was an exception. via Pocket
Strangers in the Night - David Whitaker - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2Pf3k9k
Reynard aux Chatillon delivers a gryphon foal the morning Lucia Camoreux comes to visit. It comes out squealing, eyes shut and wings folded, sticky with placenta. Within an hour its wings open, beating softly, as it stands to take food from its moth…
The Foaling Season - Samuel Chapman - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2PjlO8T
In 2130 the Nelari began resurrecting the dead. In 2133 Talia's father called for the first time in five years. "You want to bring her back, Dad?" After all this time, after what you did? Talia wanted to add, but didn't. Couldn't. Not to his face. N…
Time's Arrow - C. Heidmann - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2OJkUkK
When winter comes to Vakning Forest, nothing changes. The evergreens, packed tightly together, don't wilt or become bare. Nor does the smell fade. via Pocket
The Forest of New People - Thom Connors - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2OMOAxB
Early Wednesday morning, not much past 10:30, I wheezed my way through downtown in my old '31 Ford. Down to White Center, where the city sprawl collided with the suburban rents, resulting in rows of dingy cheap apartment buildings, absentee landlord…
Koehl's Quality Impressions - Tim McDaniel - Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2nJtHHP
Dear Dr. Hanover, I am writing on behalf of the Octopus bimaculoides in your office aquarium whom you call Suzy. The water is too warm. Please reduce the temperature to 18℃. She would greatly appreciate it. via Pocket
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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…