Calyx Press has assembled a collection of short stories that are skillfully written […] in each story, there is something beautiful that will delight the reader.
Prepare to be yanked away from your seats and spirited into a world of new possibilities…
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“You look like you’ve been run over by a lorry, chief, no offence,” comments Bice Chen with her strong Tuscan accent.
“Hectic morning, you know how it is,” Chani said. She opened her pack of jars, pulled out a stack of pickled plums hiding drugs that kept Alzheimer’s at bay. Kayla’s face lit up with gratitude.
“My name Nagaon—my name, my village before.”
Ah, same as me then—and same as Guildmaster Dhaka too, since he was named after his vanished city…
My points total is now over one hundred, so the app is automatically flashing ‘New reward unlocked! Open now?’ I glance at the time.
“I can help her patch it up. Me and your dad can plant 379 in two weekends if we’re serious.”
“Where are you getting all of those saplings?”
I tapped the last of the mud from the drone and set it loose so it could zoom back to its charging station. We headed toward the pods.
Their voices rose and faded as they reviewed and discussed the enormous fragmented mechanical skeleton spread across the tables.
They wrote of eggs of all kinds and all colors and all sizes. Eggs with the image of telling love stories on a summer moonlit night…
Lynn bolted down the driftwood steps to the garage. Her least favorite sister, Elspeth, was lying under her raised water-scooter, scraping mussels and barnacles from the panzer-glass hull.
He picked up one of the hundred seed plugs and mimed licking it. The plugs of dirt and seeds did resemble black ice cream cones…
…we will dive the waters covering the Lost World of Disney, a place people went to give their children synthetic fun and for the parents to stand in long lines assessing potential couplings with others in the same line.
The tundra-special foam fungus which had taken up most of it for this last crop rotation had grown into an extremely weird shape.
A chunk of something solid whipped out of the brown and black vortex and speared straight at the windshield. In the instant before contact, Javier saw that it was part of a tree.
Sometimes it was easier to know a person from their allotment than from their appearance, she considered.
He had a theory that mothskins could learn from the culatraciae: the way they lived over water, their willingness to build rafts (out of their own bodies!), their selfless respect for the greater good.
But this day, Dona Gardênia’s gaze was nowhere in particular. First she dropped her pole, and then she fainted.
After a quick shower, two more eco-cigarettes and the last of my juice, I dressed and set out into the morning.