Leave Your Iron at the Door | Analog, May/June 2019 | Minnie Mirv, long-stepping, smooth-handling, slow-hand, quickdraw, she: got her pockets full of reaction mass, lighting off her rocket spinal-tap at ball-squishing g’s.
Selections from the Wolfmonth Catalog of the Fairyland Regional Fürni Store | InterGalactic Medicine Show, Issue 64 | Klädskåp—made of the highest-quality particleboard. Takes you to a small, kind of rundown vacant lot where it’s always autumn and never Halloween. | Notes
Sensorium | Bourbon Penn #15 | Instead of coins, because she had no allowance, Amelia dropped the shiniest pebbles she could find down the garden wishing well, standing on her toes to look over the stone wall and watch them disappear.
Such Were the Faces of the Living Creatures | Beneath Ceaseless Skies #245 | There are parts around here where the mercury hot springs absorb a goodly amount of background radiation and, being metal and all, ‘vaporate straight away into the air.
Smith | Andromeda Spaceways, Issue 69 | All of the lawmen in the state are massing on the street when the man comes around. Their guns in hand.
Falling in Love with Martians and Machines | Clarkesworld, Issue 135 | Audio | I can’t deny the thrill of the race circuit. I like being at his side as he balances on the edge of cryogenics and fireball.
Fresnel Day | Kasma SF | The man on the bandstand is nervous, you can see from here, and not just because that, in order to face the gathered crowd, he has his back to the open pit of a fully populated Dark Lair.
Quiverfull | Bards and Sages Quarterly, January 2017 | The hospital eunuchs bring him back awake by adjusting the chemicals in his drip.
Jenny Cola | The Colored Lens: Spring 2016 | The vending machine in the science building sometimes glitched and coughed up two cans for the price of one, so I always made the walk across campus to it, even on the days I didn’t have bio classes.
A Citizen’s Guide to the Kingdom of Heaven | Orthogonal: The War at Home | Max believes that Heaven and God are not real until people make them so, until people build them.
The Printer Repairman | Kaleidotrope #13 | His shop is filled with enough chemicals to give you a contact high, vapors of ink and solvents that could make you see things, if you spent any amount of time in the backroom…