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20 Feb 2017
There were people running back and forth with mouths like Os and taxis sliding across the road like shiny black beetles.
13 Feb 2017
The goddesses are so suicidal anymore. We lost Jemma and Iwahana in one day last week, Jemma to poison and Iwahana to self-flagellation. None of us were trained in seeing the signs of self-flagellation. Now we are. There is so much to learn.
6 Feb 2017
Ming called Sopha a haunted child. The monks at the village wat looped red strings around her wrists to keep her spirit from being carried off, but we always knew she only half belonged to us.
20 Jan 2017
And then, nothing was important anymore. So he decided to become an agitator, to disturb the peace.
20 Jan 2017
The story of the Red Bride is a slave's tale in slave speech, which I do not generally hold in my head around humans lest my face betray me.
19 Jan 2017
I'm sixteen when George and I figure out the aliens will pay to watch us fight.
18 Jan 2017
Nobody pays attention to a slump-backed brownish girl with droopy-lidded eyes. She's got all the genes that make her look Less Human, according to the Important powers that be.
17 Jan 2017
«They're coming,» Rosa said. She was out of breath, and Alex watched her put one hand on the door frame to steady herself. So much for hope, Alex thought.
16 Jan 2017
First you think it’s jet lag. At some point you make a joke to yourself about how you have finally internalized their thing about how “all black people look alike.” At the beginning a lot of us just tucked it away along with everything else that didn’t make sense about our lives.
9 Jan 2017
Once upon a time there lived a boy-girl named Cynae. After a series of difficulties, she came to live in a small house in the woods. Here, our first challenge. Do we address Cynae as she or he?
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