The grand and hopefully long-standing traditional annual UFO anthology is out early! My story, "Why I Bought Satan Two Cokes on the Day I Graduated High School," can be read there, along with a lot of other very funny stories by people more famous and better at writing than I am.
The banshee’s wail heralds the death of a loved one. The popular imagination has imbued the shriek
itself as ill-omened or deathly, but in truth, it is not so. It is only sorrow for the death that comes to
us all. Being fae spirits, they sense
the death as or even before it happens, and their cries honor the fallen, eerie
and upsetting as mortals might find it.
The world is broader, now.
Faster. More connected. Moment by moment, now, they fall, and moment
by moment the banshee sings them to sleep.
It’s Donation Day, and we line up outside the cafeteria. Afternoon classes are canceled, which would
be good except today is Art day. I like
I line up with the others. One
by one we pass by the open warhead and add our hatred of the enemy to the
seethe. When I make the sign and spit,
only a few dribbles emerge. The soldier
doesn’t say anything, but I know he’s recording it all. Too many under-donations and my whole family
will get marked as Unpolitical, maybe even Seditious.
The Beast passes by, and we must jump.
I jump well and catch hold of the thick fur along his flank. My sister Mia does not jump so well, and she
falls. I wish that I could have caught
her. I wish that anyone could.
The Wall looms ahead. How many
of us, clinging to his hair and skin, will be shaken off by the impact? And even then, what will we find on the other
side but more Beasts, huge and terrible and indifferent? It is no way to live.
There will be short stories and very short stories. The short stories will be from 1000 words up and will be rare. The very short stories are what I'm calling flitterfics. They will be posted whenever I have a chance, hopefully at least twice a week.
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