“Shadowboxing” by Andrew Miller
I killed Guillaume last night, but he’s alive again in time for breakfast.
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“Sun-Touched” by LaShawn M. Wanak
The workers depart for their quarters as soon as the dawn bells chime. They leave behind a single glowglobe on the table by the Princess’ cushions, covered with a dark cloth. The Princess isn’t supposed to look at it directly; the Dowager had warned her any light — even the benign glowglobes — is dangerous.
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“Tree, Fire, World” by Desirina Boskovich
And so it came to pass, in the years past reckoning, when I served as a scribe in the court of the king, that there stood the last and only tree.
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“On the Appetite of a God” by Andy Dudak
Listen closely doctor, for our time together will be short. This body shivering before you is possessed.
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“Braeberry Street” by Erin Stocks Rubin
Jimmy runs a mental checklist. A small propane camping stove and matches. Three five-gallon drums of water and a grocery bag of freeze-dried food packets. A flashlight, first aid kit with children’s Tylenol, tarps and garbage bags. Extra clothes.
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“Rhyme in Seven Parts” by Berrien C. Henderson
We first found her crouched over the pile of mid-autumn leaves. Handfuls in her hands. Shoulders hunched. She turned her head in a slow swiveling motion to regard us as she munched the browns and rusts and oranges and yellows.
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