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Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : The Anchorite Wakes by R.S.A. Garcia - 0 views

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    Sister Nadine's first true thought is of beauty. Father Paul is delivering a sermon on sacrifice in his deep voice, pausing for emphasis every so often, when the bird lands on the ledge of her squint with a silent flutter of wings. via Pocket Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy The Anchorite Wakes by R.S.A. Garcia via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2M9HiTm
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - It's Easy to Shoot A Dog by Maria Haskins - 0 views

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    It's easy to shoot a dog. Susanna watched Papa do it one bitter morning, winter before last, when old Karo couldn't get up off his blankets, so she knows how it's done. via Pocket
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Ancestor Night by Nina Kiriki Hoffman - 0 views

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    We went to the lake of our ancestors on the longest night of the year. As the oldest, I had to make sure I and my four sisters and little brother gave greetings to our parents in their first year under the ice. via Pocket
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Strange Horizons - Mountaineering By Leah Bobet - 0 views

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In Your Wake We Sin - The Dark Magazine - 0 views

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    The jinn came to Madiha just before dawn. She sat frozen, covers pulled up to her chin with trembling hands. via Pocket
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The Lily Rose - The Dark Magazine - 0 views

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    Wolf Street Orphanage was a house exploding with girls. The skinny tall brownstone stood crooked on a street of other brownstones, its striped curtains concealing rooms full of long hair and exuberant voices. via Pocket
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Pistol Grip - Uncanny Magazine - 0 views

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    You press the barrel of the Aegis-IV Longslide into your partner's hole, and he spreads for you like he's purpose-built for this very moment. via Pocket
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Snake Season - The Dark Magazine - 0 views

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    We buried the first ones, nice and proper. It sounds foolish now, but what could we do? After all, they were still our children. via Pocket Snake Season - The Dark Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2w4ksGJ
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The Whalebone Parrot - The Dark Magazine - 0 views

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    June 26th 18-- A.D. Today, on a teetering skiff, I reached Whalebone Island. Mister Franklin crosses the inlet twice a month to deliver mail and supplies. In three years, he has never seen Loretta's face. She hides behind a veil. via Pocket The Whalebone Parrot - The Dark Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2fJk2AZ
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"Me The Tree" by Erika Byrne-Ludwig - Fictionaut - 0 views

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    I am a tree. A crepe myrtle. I was planted into the ground over a year ago. So I've lived in this corner of the garden and grown with other trees for a while now, enough to have had a large bloom and I'm now up to my second spring. via Pocket untitled via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MGNVjJ
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CLOCKWORK SYMPHONY * by Jack Curran - Every Day Fiction - 0 views

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    Silas was the son of a watchmaker, but although he dutifully followed his father's craft, he dreamed of becoming a musician instead. via Pocket CLOCKWORK SYMPHONY * by Jack Curran - Every Day Fiction via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MAD3ET
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Mozart on the Kalahari - Lightspeed Magazine - 0 views

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    It took Michael "Meek" Prouder half an hour to magtube from Claremont to the Coachella Valley desert, near the Nestlé Reservoir entertainment pier. via Pocket
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A Place Without Portals - Lightspeed Magazine - 0 views

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    It was only then that she woke up in her nice warm bed and discovered that her entire adventure in the land of Nys had been nothing but a dream. via Pocket
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Nitrate Nocturnes - Lightspeed Magazine - 0 views

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    Fiona's timer read 40 33 04 21 53 08. Years, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds. Her first girlfriend had done the math one day in bed. "You'll be sixty-four when you meet your soul mate. via Pocket Nitrate Nocturnes - Lightspeed Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2vXlsiD
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Lines of Growth, Lines of Passage - Uncanny Magazine - 0 views

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    I did not remember how I had gotten encased in a cherry tree. Though fragrant, this was inconvenient. It was much more tiring than you would expect, being entirely surrounded by tree. via Pocket Lines of Growth, Lines of Passage - Uncanny Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2Muh96h
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Your Slaughterhouse, Your Killing Floor - Uncanny Magazine - 0 views

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    This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish. -Richard Siken, "Wishbone" via Pocket Your Slaughterhouse, Your Killing Floor - Uncanny Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2ORPZ5U
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I Frequently Hear Music in the Very Heart of Noise - Uncanny Magazine - 0 views

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    Just before midnight on January 3, 1924, Ira Gershwin sat on a barstool at the Ambassador Billiard Parlor, reading the New York Tribune's amusements section while his brother George shot pool with Buddy DeSylva. via Pocket I Frequently Hear Music in the Very Heart of Noise - Uncanny Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2LfmlVV
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Like a River Loves the Sky - Uncanny Magazine - 0 views

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    My best friend NPW has been collecting dogs from the side of the highway. He drives miles and miles each day with one eye to the shoulder, on the lookout for heaps of dark fur. via Pocket Like a River Loves the Sky - Uncanny Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2Ms7H3c
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Old Habits - Uncanny Magazine - 0 views

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    Ghost malls are even sadder than living people malls, even though malls of the living are already pretty damned sad places to be. And let me get this out of the way right now, before we go any farther; I'm dead, okay? I'm fucking dead. via Pocket Old Habits - Uncanny Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2LerHAI
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The Date - Uncanny Magazine - 0 views

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    What drew me to her? It was the way she walked down the street that caught my eye, how people parted in her wake. It was the way she swayed, how the sun played off the velvet gleam of her exoskeleton. via Pocket The Date - Uncanny Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2PqnBc5
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