Exit Wound

by Andrew Busch The gravity felt like it doubled as Joi approached the front door of the bank. “You ready?” Ant asked. A gas mask hung around his neck where the edge of a tattoo curled above the shoulder strap of his armored vest.   Joi glanced through the spotless glass Read more…

Asterius

by Zenia Dehaven The stylus bled black rivers in its wake as it danced across the papyrus. Its wielder’s eyebrows knitted together in a furrow, like a peasant girl’s wretched attempt at sewing. Huffing, the man sat back. The nubs of the wicker chair’s legs squeaked against the stone floor. Read more…