Genre Bending Speculative Fiction
Actions of Hope
“Standing near the fire surrounded by its light, Shyaklá gazes across the arc of her community. Their faces still and waiting.”
Dive of the Ravens
“Like a lonely piece of chalk scratching against a blackboard, Salome etches a line between two stones. One, a welcoming blue inlaid with vibrant greens and rich browns, the other veiled in white hiding hellish heat, crushing pressures, and toxic rains. One planet brimming with life—self-aware, perceptive, and feeling. The other long dead.”
Dive of the Ravens
Like a lonely piece of chalk scratching against a blackboard, Salome etches a line between two stones. One, a welcoming blue inlaid with vibrant greens and rich browns, the other veiled in white hiding hellish heat, crushing pressures, and toxic rains. One planet brimming with life—self-aware, perceptive, and feeling. The other long dead.
Artwork
"Two Stones" by Thomas Lucero
Stranger from Afar
“Shyaklá peers into the dark at the form. She is vaguely aware of her cast of little ones retreating to their parents who are now standing, ready to fend off whoever or whatever is invading their community.”
Dive of the Ravens
Like a lonely piece of chalk scratching against a blackboard, Salome etches a line between two stones. One, a welcoming blue inlaid with vibrant greens and rich browns, the other veiled in white hiding hellish heat, crushing pressures, and toxic rains. One planet brimming with life—self-aware, perceptive, and feeling. The other long dead.
Artwork
“Stranger from Afar”
by Noxxilum
Dive of the Ravens
Neurorealignment
“John’s eyes slip behind a curtain into a memory, the worst memory. The one he won’t share. He shakes it off and focuses beyond the wheat field to the thin blue line of the horizon.”
Like a lonely piece of chalk scratching against a blackboard, Salome etches a line between two stones. One, a welcoming blue inlaid with vibrant greens and rich browns, the other veiled in white hiding hellish heat, crushing pressures, and toxic rains. One planet brimming with life—self-aware, perceptive, and feeling. The other long dead.
Artwork
“Flaw in my Code” by I Still Talk to the Moon
Dive of the Ravens
The Silver Shelf
“It’s like a shelf in the clouds nailed to the sky.” His face is flat, eyes fixed and dazed as though he were staring at an equation so dense its solution required all of his synapses and neurons firing at maximum.”
Like a lonely piece of chalk scratching against a blackboard, Salome etches a line between two stones. One, a welcoming blue inlaid with vibrant greens and rich browns, the other veiled in white hiding hellish heat, crushing pressures, and toxic rains. One planet brimming with life—self-aware, perceptive, and feeling. The other long dead.
Artwork
“Lone Voyage” by Kris Florey