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Take Pills and Wait for Hips | Anya DeNiro
There are boulders of grief flying off your shoulders.
Flowertongue
Ames knew men who, rather than break their own trail in a hunt, followed another hunter and took that man’s discoveries as his own.
The Future of Work: The Farm, by Charlie Jane Anders
Once, The Daily Argus had fact-checkers, copy editors, legal advisers. Those people are gone now, and in their place there’s the Farm.
The Future of Work: Compulsory, by Martha Wells
My risk-assessment module predicts a 53 percent chance of a human-on-human massacre before the end of the contract.
All The Things You’ll Never Do
In this story, “All The Things You’ll Never Do,” Bess is an airport TSA officer straining against her starched uniform to be given respect for once in her life, like…
Being the Murdered Babysitter
The thing about being the murdered babysitter is you set the plot in motion.
The Voids Underneath
The animal has been in our backyard every night for the past two weeks, always in the same spot by the northern fence. I sit by the kitchen window all…
Appeasing the Beasts of Remembering
“I am the Avenging Echo,” Barhydt said. “I am the Beast of Remembering.” He gave the man a gentle slap on the side of the head and walked to the…