The Ants Come Marching She led the rest of them to the machine: the machine full of bones, hollow as the one she stepped on, as hollow as the ensign’s corpse. Her nose itches. Continue reading “The Ants Come Marching”…
The Core of a Midnight Star The Core of a Midnight Star: Won Prose Award; Published In Warp & Weave JournalXela (Shayla) P. Wright To be a… Continue reading “The Core of a Midnight Star”…