Fiction | Three Crows Magazine

“Knowing Your Type” by Eliza Chan

Going to the fair was always a winning date. Knock a few cans over, win an oversized lumpy teddy and

Stones. Put them in your mouth and suck them. Squeeze them in your hand so tight your fingers bleed. Sitting

We look after our own in this circus. As long as I’m ringmaster we always will. The Riggers turned up

Ieva didn’t take any nonsense from monsters. She’d met her first at the age of eight. The pathetic thing took

Still roses decayed on the vines. The garden’s green was deep and brittle, shrivelled to the desiccated stylus of lifeless

by Luke Frostick A tax collector’s life is a lonely one, but Ume-Hana had rarely felt as empty as she

You ever seen lightning that color, Phil? Doesn’t look right, does it? Watch the trees over the ridge there. You’ll

“Here we go,” Dr.Hirsh murmured as her submersible, the Trident, slipped below Panthalassa’s waves. The dropship that delivered them from

First contact with an alien civilization was precisely the way many science fiction writers and scientists had imagined it for

Повітря в скафандрі мало присмак гуми. Це було нестрашно — майже напевно відомо, що атмосфера на Уре придатна для дихання.