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.
Tag: short story
Euridicies My Sister
The thing that was not our mother seemed to widen. Her face remained the same, her legs thickened. As she stood from her chair her stomach seemed to suck into her spine.
Locked in the library
The too-wide waist of the sweater scraped the fuzzy arms as I walked past the information desk, past the movies, and up the stairs to the silence zone where biographies sleep, and encyclopedias prowl.
The Deer
The Deer By Xela My feet plodded along, kicking aside long swaths of barley where they had fallen across the…
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…