ART of the Solar System #17
by Cody Schell
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All Our Accumulated Sadnesses
by Andrew Kozma I was crying. I was crying in a room full of scattered bodies, each body with its own gun in hand. I was crying because there was a gun in my hand, and it wasn’t my gun, and this wasn’t my body. No, that wasn’
"Hex Ronin Vol. 1: The Tear in the Night-Black Sky" by Dale Smith, coming March 2027
Today we announce our first foray into physical and eBook publishing with the novella Hex Ronin Volume 1: The Tear in the Night-Black Sky, coming March 23, 2027! Written by Dale Smith (Doctor Who, Iris Wildthyme, The Black Archive) and cover art by Adam Markiewicz (Trench Coat Samurai), Hex
ART of the Solar System #16
by Cody Schell
ART of the Solar System #15
by Cody Schell
The Art of Forgetting
by Don Norum I shut my eyes and see your face. My memX brings you back not just as a vibrant swirl of sunlit laughter, but the shiver at my fingertips as they brush the short hairs on your neck, the indignant flaring of your nose at the ghost of
YOU ARE INVITED TO THE ARTIST’S UNMAKING
by Liz Levin Which artist? * They made you feel seen, their protagonists your double. But when the artist championed the overlooked, they never meant you. * They penned diabolical monsters you longed to vanquish. But when the artist confessed that every character was them in disguise, they should have added, “Especially
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by MM Schreier I shouldn’t have cared that Charles was getting married. I left him. People always say they were the one that did the leaving, but in this case, it was true. Still, it hurt. The situation was complicated. When he changed his Facebook status to “engaged,” I
ART of the Solar System #14
by Cody Schell
Even Talking Trees Die
by Matt Bliss The tree talked to me. “I have something to tell you,” it said to me in a voice clearer than an August night in South Fork. I was only seven then, awkward with those pudgy little arms and fingers that scraped and bloodied against the bark that
Wings of the Gray Swallow
by Patrick Hurley The gray swallow rode the wind over wood and stream until it grew tired. It landed softly on the bare branch of a withered tree that stood alone in the midst of a smoking field. It took no notice of the red-haired shieldmaiden clad in gleaming
ART of the Solar System #13
by Cody Schell
Callum Rowland
Healing Properties of a Hypodermic to the Hippocampus
by Callum Rowland I used to love hospitals. Being inside them. Their corridors and wards, as familiar as the veins crawling up my arm. The creaking leather chairs, womb-like in their enveloping. Used to invent symptoms just to go back, just to be surrounded by monitoring equipment and pious
Catherine Yeates
Epiphany at the Temple of the Shadow Goddess
by Catherine Yeates Steam poured off the seared edges of the columns that littered the temple floor. Brother Anselzar stepped carefully through the wreckage, his long robes trailing over the rubble. The light of a dim and cloudy sky filtered onto the broken altar. Behind it, the obsidian statue of
Christopher Degni
Bramblethwaite, Malinor, and Todd
by Christopher Degni Bramblethwaite hadn’t expected the Chosen One to be so… greasy, but Chosen Ones came in all forms. He’d consulted the Oracle of Amatar multiple times; there was no chance of error. This young man holding a bag of Fritos in one hand and a Switch
Elijah J. Mears
At the Threshold, There was Light
by Elijah J. Mears I don’t know how long I’ve been looking for a way out—it feels wasteful to count the seconds here, at the end of time. But I know it must be there. In the depths of my heart, I know that you wouldn’t
Cody Schell
ART of the Solar System #12
by Cody Schell ART of the Solar System celebrates one year!
Jo Berry
The Song Shines On
by Jo Berry Could I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art the summer and the day incarnate. Thy winds summon forth the herald aurorae And all worlds hail thy golden coruscate ate ate ate [—ate—] [—later, okay? I’m still trying to run this diagnostic. And can
Jacob Baugher
Claire de Lune
by Jacob Baugher She comes back to the Carousel House in the blue evening, solitary on the Carolina seaside. Her black Samsonite makes looping tracks on the cold beach, dragging sand across the house’s threshold. She stays here sometimes when she needs refuge, pretends to be one with the
R. K. Duncan
Evidence Before the Committee
by R. K. Duncan Content warnings: Eugenics, infanticide, forced abortion, forced sterilization, torture. All exhibits marked CONFIDENTIAL URGENT ATTN: Diplomatic Committee; Ad-Hoc Sub-Committee for Generation Ship Response, Convened 344 AF, Planetary Commune of Jardin Exhibit 1: Statement of Abraham Helmangel, Captain, Glory of Falling Stars. Inclusion challenged; not
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ART of the Solar System #11
by Cody Schell
Kara Dennison
The Whole Beast
by Kara Dennison “There’s a difference,” said Dr. Burns, “between something being unkillable and something being unable to die.” I turned my eyes back toward the lozenge-shaped airplane window, keen to move us to something less existential. “Speaking of unkillable,” I segued, “they’ve come a long way
Liam Hogan
Green Apples
by Liam Hogan The orchard was merely a hundred trees. A hundred and twenty, counting the malus sylvestris—crab apples—that fringed the sides. “Why so many?” I asked, shivering in the February cold. Old crones made hedgerow jelly from the stunted apples, despite the wince-inducing tartness, despite their
Gull Ditta
The Lotus Operator
by Gull Ditta The villagers called her Mehnaz, a name borrowed from the river that refused to keep her. She knew herself as a sequence of sensations: the prickle of dry earth between her toes, the pressure of a monsoon cloud, the shimmer of starlight caught in a still pond.