“Post-Solar” by D. Harlan Wilson
“The only real beginning and end is birth and death. All of the other alphas and omegas that you think you have suffered are an illusion. What remains is the horrific in-between. Amen.”
Read more“The only real beginning and end is birth and death. All of the other alphas and omegas that you think you have suffered are an illusion. What remains is the horrific in-between. Amen.”
Read moreIt looked like a wedding cake from Hell. Three stories tall, sprouting balconies and columns and pinnacles like mushrooms on a rotting stump.
Read more“Did you hear me?” Dr. Bergman leaned forward, put his long, crooked finger on her knee and tapped it three
Read moreThe tall, westward-facing window in the spired nook offered one of the best views of the city. From the comfort
Read morePotato Face stands in front of her bathroom mirror. Pasted round the edge are screengrabs of insta-models and make-up YouTubers.
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Read moreThe corpses were washing down on the shore, brought by each relentless wave, piling up upon themselves, pathetic packets of
Read moreoriginally appeared in Three Crows Issue #5 Some years ago, when I was just a girl, my brother broke his
Read moreThe A.I. screamed, and I took that as a good sign. We’d given it a big dose of the latest
Read moreGoing to the fair was always a winning date. Knock a few cans over, win an oversized lumpy teddy and
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