In an anxious city that was once an old town, and before that, a medieval village, slept a woman who’s silver hair was so long and knotted that it wove itself into what looked like an elaborate spider web where things got entangled. If you were to see into her mane with a magnifying glass, you would observe tiny worlds unfolding: little men sword fighting, little women running complicated errands...

The horses in the stable went wild, they knew of the storm coming. She, however, sat at her desk unaware that a dark cloud made its way through the clear blue skies, searching for a place to stay and release its torrent of fluvial distress. She lived alone in a small homestead nestled on a piece of fenced land that felt like a little world of its own. Two cats wove between her legs, their purring...

At five in the morning I heard a scream so loud I thought it came from deep within me. I felt my throat dry as it always did upon waking, so it couldn’t have been me. The glass of water on the night table was half empty. That meant I had spent the night in a relatively calm mental space; no dreams to analyze or alert me to anything apocalyptic, except that I had been stuck at home for a while now—...

My mother named me Diana and I came into this world as if hanging by a cliff, uncertain of whether I was actually hanging for dear life or holding a boulder from collapsing, crushing me into oblivion. That’s how things began for me in this world of perpetual darkness. My mother gave birth to me during the time when the sun decided to retreat, its rays fading into the thick cloud of destruction, r...

In the city of Cybrum, towering skyscrapers jutted upwards, their sleek surfaces reflecting the constant glow of cyber tech and the scent of charged ozone. Ellis sat at her desk, eyes fixed on the screen before her as she perched high on the 23rd floor of a gleaming high-rise. Her fingers moved across the keyboard, immersed in what seemed like a harmless computer game.

Quickly, she turned to ...

It was a crime. Actually, I wasn’t sure if “crime” was the right word or if the victims were indeed “victims” or simply the consequences of the unseen judicial system that Amanda defined to be “forces and entities from other dimensions operating beyond our normal perception.” Nevertheless, wether the crime was justified or not, that early morning I froze in bed, sank deeper into my sheets, and c...