I cry out in pain. I hadn’t prepared for disconnect, and it shoots through me like an electric shock.
Archivist Marigold-Jay-359, reidentify.
Everything still hurts, and I’m crying a bit. “Z-Zophiella Raqib.”
Archivist Marigold-Jay-359, present three personal characteristics.
“I—” I’m not allowed to use the same ones two disconnects in a row. “My favorite food is pickles and cheese-toast. M-my Momma’s name is Dina. I… I want to dream someday.”
I shouldn’t have said that last one.
Read MoreOur excellent editor Anna Catalano sat down with the illustrious Yume Kitasei to ask her about her writing, thoughts on sci-fi, and her upcoming book, and to talk about “Ghosts In The Ash” which will premier in Planet Scumm Issue 15: “Arcana Major.”
Read MoreYou have been tailing a ghost since midnight, across a gray, rocky plain under a broken moon. As the ghost walks, it sheds pieces of joy like scales from a serpent. The ghost is a woman, and she is kicking up dust and humming to herself…….
Read More“The Hollow Stars in Heaven” by Avery Kit Malone.
“Heaven is a dead place. It’s full of ghosts.”
Read More“Lazarus” by Anna Catalano
The sound of my teeth gnashing together echoes in the Pod as I force my way through the newest 10,000 piece puzzle. I’m only a quarter done, but I can already tell that it’s a postmodern piece of art by some guy no one really talks about anymore. …
Read MoreAn Interview with doctor and writer Chinaza Eziaghighala on writing, medicine, and inspiration.
Read MoreHugo’s mom said goodbye to him in the Waffle House parking lot with a long, hard hug and a wet kiss on his cheek. She’d been crying, which always made Hugo ache inside. He smiled his widest, most adorable smile to comfort her, but it only made her sob harder. Her eyes teared up so much her nose ran, and she rubbed it with the back of her hand with a lack of dignity that was unusual for her.
“I’ve got to go, baby.”
“It’s okay, Mom.”
Read MoreBode felt everything.
He could feel his legs shattered in different places. He could not move his hands,but could feel that they were there. His breathing felt like that of a drowning man—suffocating. He felt a searing pain that started within his legs and ascended into his brain….
Read More
