Thursdays, like clockwork, Mother would clean the shop. Mira often watched as her mother took unwound springs and bent gears out into the alley ...
Slap,
don’t scratch it
when stung with
the magic
Behind the Center for Robotic Studies, defunct models of robots and androids littered the ground. Just beyond that was a forest ...
Its garish mask, its terrorizing teeth, its eyes that speak deceitful lies.
he never admits it, but he hates the name theodorus.
hates the way it tumbles out of lips to
stick in all the wrong places
“The elephants will come back someday.” Gramps chewed on a stick as he stared at the far horizon. The terraformers were hard at work replacing the reddish-purple lumps of native vegetation with the gray-green of earthly sagebrush and...
Why can’t my mother be like everyone else? People look at her and shake their heads. “Touched,” I once heard Mr. Bergstrom whisper to his wife. She doesn’t even look like anyone we know. Everyone in Nordfjell has blonde hair like mine, or light...