I held my wings in my hands, reaching them back toward the alux — that tiny protrusion of bones fairies have near their shoulder blades — when three things happened at once. A gust of wind shrieked through the trembling… Continue Reading
Friends, it’s quarter to midnight on September 1st, and I promised Tim (EDF’s amazing senior editor and an all-around star of a human being) that I would get on here and post something to acknowledge that — sometimes limping and… Continue Reading
The sun had long disappeared behind the ridgeline, leaving behind a faded orange smear in the western sky. Autumn in the highlands of the North feels like something older than time — earth and air whisper in ways words have… Continue Reading
To all of our contributors and readers, we apologize for the lengthy delay in our publication schedule. We do have a queue of stories ready to publish but are trying to work through a few issues before we continue publishing.… Continue Reading
I’m floating and untethered, adrift in a place I can only describe in loose terms. I perceive the world in colours now. Pale blues and greens and flecks of deep crimson. The reddish freckles in my vision are calibration markers.… Continue Reading
I was sitting at the bar with my supervisor, Maggie, still the prettiest person I’ve ever known. Our elbows rested on the counter, arms like toothpicks holding up tired heads, drinks tucked beneath our chins. We spun those tiny black… Continue Reading
It is somewhere in North India, the kind of place with endless dusty roads that lead to villages with no name. Sleepy pockets that are hours from anywhere. Now it’s full of uniformed men, and machines digging, lifting, dragging. No… Continue Reading
I hated to admit it, but Lee was usually right. Not always, mind you. No one is always right. He would sometimes say stupid things like “I only got Earl Grey because I could’ve sworn you said you liked Earl… Continue Reading
Hello! What can I help you with today? That’s a great question! In J. D. Salinger’s coming of age novel The Catcher in the Rye, Holden Caulfield’s red hunting hat symbolizes his alienation from the world. He often wears the… Continue Reading
“Don’t worry. This won’t hurt,” he says and grins at the old lady’s stony face. Sonny makes the Y-shaped incision from shoulder to shoulder and down to the pubic bone. Smooth as slicing warm butter. The layers of fat and… Continue Reading