Poetry | Gifts in Silk

© KateNovikova ​I have given you bows wrapping my body, faux silk printed by bots, so tiny, creating, spinning from liquid — the opposite of melting touch. Originally published in P.S. I Love You: Poetry Sunday.

Fiction | Meet Me in Spurta

Hey, bro, I’d promised after the lecture to msg about the group. We meet in the Spurta app Sat. Every week. Full day with a break for lunch. The mornings are for fighting. The evenings are fucking. You don’t have go full-body for the arena but turn on ALL your haptics for the temple. Whatever …

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Fiction | Demonic Garage

Someone’s going to have to lend a hand. © calibra ​The demon gave up on tempting Irwin from his seat in the back corner of Irwin’s garage. He’d sat on the raised platform by the door into the house too long, apparently. The metal legs of his chair clanged on the concrete floor. “How long you …

Fiction | Sunrise Scales

That one (fantastical) fish in the sea. © mateusmiliano10 My former mate tried to twist out of my net. I don’t think he recognized me. Must have been my hairy legs. “Let go! Let go!” “Hmmm, nope.” I squatted in the shallows where he’d swam into my trap. He slapped his fish tail and man …

Fiction | Rising in His Moonlit Guard

© iZer0 The pointed tips of Narrentuarn’s ears twitched at the urgent sounds in his mind. His hands vibrated from the desperate energy in his two ceremonial swords. The spell worked. They were coming. Across the platform of the moon rising ceremony, Hrroulenan gently drew smooth arcs of thickly smoking, herbal balls. His hypnotic body …

Fiction | Courting Ripples

A dream of Iron Henri’s for his frog prince. © suju Henri descended the estate pond’s lower slope. Fireflies illuminated water lily blooms closed into tight, pointed buds. On one lily pad ahead, a lone frog chirruped a greeting. “HenRIi.” It was only a frog, yet a feeling of recognition struck as a smooth stone …

Fiction | Discerning Lust from Love

This Time… needs some Love, too.© GromovatayaWhile the twins’ antics entertain all us gods, I find myself impatient with their tricks. The sweet gift Hope brings to our meetings bitters. When will Love’s attention turn into kinder acts than pranks?This one party of the gods storms in celebration at the home Space shares with Imagination. …

Fiction | Discerning Love from Lust

This Time… needs some Love.© GromovatayaWhile the twins’ antics entertain all us gods, I find myself impatient with their tricks. The sweet gift Hope brings to our meetings bitters. When will Love’s attention turn into kinder acts than pranks?This one party of the gods storms in celebration at the home Space shares with Imagination. Insanity …