Our tiny mountain town became a city, at least for the day. Even I had a sign on the front door: “Don’t be a Daredevil! Protect your sight with eclipse glasses!” and a pile of them on the display case with all the best Magic The Gathering cards fanned out underneath. I recognized her the…
Still, nobody knows if it’s better to write about snow on a country road from an apartment in the middle of an urban sprawl, in a small cabin several miles away from the country road, or on the country road itself. Still, nobody knows if love can exist only in time, like most concepts and…
We’ve got our winners for this contest! 1st Place: All and Sundry by Candace Leigh Coulombe This story captures the spirit of Elsewhere by transporting us to a familiar place made utterly surreal: a mega mart with everything from milk to robot lovers to xenobiological babies. The recurring theme of a lost child lends a…
Dead Things I Gave Birth To
The first person I killed didn’t run. I never knew his name, just his crime, so I called him One. “I didn’t know I should run because I couldn’t hear the rotor blades chop-chop-chopping,” he said, sitting beside me on the porch—not the way I left him; the way I met him: whole, covered in…
The Syntax of Silk
In the small hours of the morning, I forage, taking care to nibble leaves both fibrous and tender, for the stories of a world are woven not only from what is young, what is hopeful, or what is easy. When the sun is high, and the air is thick and hot with blossoms, I retreat…
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