Sunny's Free Fiction Archive

A few days before the end of our world, my mother took me to her favorite tailor to be fit for a dress I would never wear. She swept through Amaurel’s opulent central gallery like a dragon made of merlot and diamond, her chin high, her tongue cavali… Beneath Ceaseless Skies | The Bodice, The Hem, The Woman, Death by Karen Osborne via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CEq8eO from Diigo https://ift.tt/2CEq8eO via IFTTT

Bg’lkk Ut’rk had found the blue jewel with its eccentric inhabitants and decided he wouldn’t make contact. via Pocket Bg’lkk Ut’rk Hot-Lizard Enthusiast | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CEgoRD from Diigo https://ift.tt/2CEgoRD via IFTTT

PodCastle 545: The Aunties Return the Ocean Author : Chris Kuriata Narrator : Setsu Uzume Host : Setsu Uzume Audio Producer : Peter Behravesh Discuss on Forums Previously published by Diabolical Plots. Content warning: Some disturbing imagery… Auntie Roberta landed badly on the roof of her escarpment house, scraping her knees across the flagstone shingles and splitting her pantyhose. Her arms were too full of black water to keep her balance so she nearly slid off the edge. She carried so … from Diigo https://ift.tt/2yxTCYN via IFTTT

Author : Q. B. Fox Simon looked up from what he was doing, and even in the dim light of the rack mounted servers I recognise the pinched expression. via Pocket Prophet and Lösch | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2PTkYzl from Diigo https://ift.tt/2PTkYzl via IFTTT

Marshal was a photographer, an anachronist and a killer. Before we met, he hadn’t bothered to iCap any of the women he had finished with: he used an old camera, the print kind. That’s a throwaway fact- an affectation- for someone who isn’t a killer.… Roiland | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2R7Ncqc from Diigo https://ift.tt/2R7Ncqc via IFTTT

A few days before the end of our world, my mother took me to her favorite tailor to be fit for a dress I would never wear. She swept through Amaurel’s opulent central gallery like a dragon made of merlot and diamond, her chin high, her tongue cavali… Beneath Ceaseless Skies | The Bodice, The Hem, The Woman, Death by Karen Osborne via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CEq8eO from Diigo https://ift.tt/2CEq8eO via IFTTT

Bg’lkk Ut’rk had found the blue jewel with its eccentric inhabitants and decided he wouldn’t make contact. via Pocket Bg’lkk Ut’rk Hot-Lizard Enthusiast | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CEgoRD from Diigo https://ift.tt/2CEgoRD via IFTTT

PodCastle 545: The Aunties Return the Ocean Author : Chris Kuriata Narrator : Setsu Uzume Host : Setsu Uzume Audio Producer : Peter Behravesh Discuss on Forums Previously published by Diabolical Plots. Content warning: Some disturbing imagery… Auntie Roberta landed badly on the roof of her escarpment house, scraping her knees across the flagstone shingles and splitting her pantyhose. Her arms were too full of black water to keep her balance so she nearly slid off the edge. She carried so … from Diigo https://ift.tt/2yxTCYN via IFTTT

Author : Q. B. Fox Simon looked up from what he was doing, and even in the dim light of the rack mounted servers I recognise the pinched expression. via Pocket Prophet and Lösch | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2PTkYzl from Diigo https://ift.tt/2PTkYzl via IFTTT

Marshal was a photographer, an anachronist and a killer. Before we met, he hadn’t bothered to iCap any of the women he had finished with: he used an old camera, the print kind. That’s a throwaway fact- an affectation- for someone who isn’t a killer.… Roiland | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2R7Ncqc from Diigo https://ift.tt/2R7Ncqc via IFTTT

Beneath a stark winter hue that washes but never cleans a young woman lays naked, the cold winds filthy besom scratching as it dusts her with crystals that flurry as ash. The upward gaze that meets it is as vacant as it is piercing. via Pocket from Diigo https://ift.tt/2zdZgiC via IFTTT

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A Devil’s Trade | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2PX4o1t The President and Thomas Lee Jarvis, a junior member of the state department walked the halls of the West Wing after leaving the generals and the loudest security briefing ever. The President made the call. via Pocket from Diigo https://ift.tt/2PX4o1t via IFTTT

The Sinking of Stones. – The MDQ via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2RktGa3 He could but wouldn’t shift into fifth gear on the motorway. They sat in a tiny rental, driving on the wrong side of the road, at least to her mind, the radio tuned to BBC1 or 2 or 3 or 4, she was never sure. She knew he was driving, not her.  Fourt… from Diigo https://ift.tt/2RktGa3 via IFTTT

NASA died two hundred and three nautical miles above the planet Mars. It died when Daniel Chen, the last surviving crew member of Pilgrim 2, ran out of breathable atmosphere. At that point, Chen pulled himself close to the nearest camera lens. via P… from Diigo https://ift.tt/2ArOpTR via IFTTT

Farren opened the door to the bailiffs and let them in. They pushed into the apartment wordlessly, and began to itemise her former life, ticking boxes on clipboards while they opened drawers and rifled shelves. via Pocket from Diigo https://ift.tt/2JnNcjd via IFTTT

I’m fourteen the first time I bargain with the indigo snake. I find it basking on the rocks that are piled against the south side of our house, a lazily drawn line of black, like a cursive letter that has gotten away from itself. It lifts its head a… from Diigo https://ift.tt/2PSN8dJ via IFTTT

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The Zeppelidrone hovered soundlessly outside the window blinking its countdown, indicating less than twenty minutes to make our decision to sign the contract. via Pocket Three years of space to grow | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2PWAOJo from Diigo https://ift.tt/2PWAOJo via IFTTT

The Astronaut Tier – Jonathan Laidlow – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2yzgB5U from Diigo https://ift.tt/2yzgB5U via IFTTT

Ten Deals with the Indigo Snake - Lightspeed Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2O5XzZG from Diigo https://ift.tt/2O5XzZG via IFTTT

I’m sorry I waited so long to tell you this, but I really hate your vacation cabin. Everything about it creeps me out. The sound of crickets at night makes my skin crawl. via Pocket Escape Pod 650 Some Things I Probably Should Have Mentioned Earlier (LIVE) - Escape Pod via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2Aj0YRk from Diigo https://ift.tt/2Aj0YRk via IFTTT

Use the photograph above as the inspiration for your flash fiction story. Write whatever comes to mind (no sexual, political, or religious stories, jokes, or commentary, please) and after you PROOFREAD it, submit it as your entry in the comments sec… Flash Fiction Writing Prompt Secret of the Cave – Indies Unlimited via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CXwXJB from Diigo https://ift.tt/2CXwXJB via IFTTT

“London is ours! Zero-ing in on infamy!” announced Haggard Elsson, winking to the air steward and striding purposefully from the First Class exit from BA0171 with his Executive Assistant Freya trailing him, awkwardly wheeling both of their suitcases… Lift Us Up | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CWOotF from Diigo https://ift.tt/2CWOotF via IFTTT

Paris is a city of many things — lights, sounds, whispers… and cats. Cats haunt modern Paris like fur-clad ghosts — whiskered faces through window panes, gray mousers plying their trade in alleyways, rooftop cats and cats who sleep and dream curled … PETTISHA AND THE CAT MAN OF PARIS • by Christopher Owen – Every Day Fiction via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CCeroZ from Diigo https://ift.tt/2CCeroZ via IFTTT

I let the children play with the lions because I decided that it was part of their education to examine life from another planet. This was after I ordered a box of domestic cats but many of my students, the boys in particular, didn’t know their own … PLAYING WITH LIONS • by James Machell – Every Day Fiction via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2qad9dp from Diigo https://ift.tt/2qad9dp via IFTTT

Grampa Don hated houseflies. To hear him talk you’d think there weren’t no flies in Chicago, but we visited once and there were flies a’plenty, I assure you. But when Grampa stayed with us he was forever complaining about flies in the house. via Poc… THE BOUNTY • by J.C. Towler – Every Day Fiction via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CEqaTY from Diigo https://ift.tt/2CEqaTY via IFTTT

Her fingers are young but they feel wrapped in the heft of ancient mountains as she writes. Her nails are blotched with ink but she remembers the taste of the paint, that which she mined from beneath their tips as she thought with the edge of her te… The Wounding Table | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2NYv687 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2NYv687 via IFTTT

The sign outside Hello Design Coffin Works read, FOR SALE: FANTASY COFFINS. But the little girl imagined more ominous words floating just below the other letters, “Ababuo Need Not Apply.” via Pocket For Sale Fantasy Coffins (Ababuo Need Not Apply) | Apex Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2NXJ5uV from Diigo https://ift.tt/2NXJ5uV via IFTTT

Kashmai hates the sea. For a long time, she thought it was the only thing she hated. The seals wake her every morning before sunrise. via Pocket Beneath Ceaseless Skies | The Oracle and the Sea by Megan Arkenberg via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2q9tmj5 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2q9tmj5 via IFTTT

Beneath a stark winter hue that washes but never cleans a young woman lays naked, the cold winds filthy besom scratching as it dusts her with crystals that flurry as ash. The upward gaze that meets it is as vacant as it is piercing. via Pocket from Diigo https://ift.tt/2zdZgiC via IFTTT

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A Devil’s Trade | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2PX4o1t The President and Thomas Lee Jarvis, a junior member of the state department walked the halls of the West Wing after leaving the generals and the loudest security briefing ever. The President made the call. via Pocket from Diigo https://ift.tt/2PX4o1t via IFTTT

The Sinking of Stones. – The MDQ via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2RktGa3 He could but wouldn’t shift into fifth gear on the motorway. They sat in a tiny rental, driving on the wrong side of the road, at least to her mind, the radio tuned to BBC1 or 2 or 3 or 4, she was never sure. She knew he was driving, not her.  Fourt… from Diigo https://ift.tt/2RktGa3 via IFTTT

NASA died two hundred and three nautical miles above the planet Mars. It died when Daniel Chen, the last surviving crew member of Pilgrim 2, ran out of breathable atmosphere. At that point, Chen pulled himself close to the nearest camera lens. via P… from Diigo https://ift.tt/2ArOpTR via IFTTT

Farren opened the door to the bailiffs and let them in. They pushed into the apartment wordlessly, and began to itemise her former life, ticking boxes on clipboards while they opened drawers and rifled shelves. via Pocket from Diigo https://ift.tt/2JnNcjd via IFTTT

I’m fourteen the first time I bargain with the indigo snake. I find it basking on the rocks that are piled against the south side of our house, a lazily drawn line of black, like a cursive letter that has gotten away from itself. It lifts its head a… from Diigo https://ift.tt/2PSN8dJ via IFTTT

Tribute - Lightspeed Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2ytSJAH from Diigo https://ift.tt/2ytSJAH via IFTTT

The Zeppelidrone hovered soundlessly outside the window blinking its countdown, indicating less than twenty minutes to make our decision to sign the contract. via Pocket Three years of space to grow | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2PWAOJo from Diigo https://ift.tt/2PWAOJo via IFTTT

The Astronaut Tier – Jonathan Laidlow – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2yzgB5U from Diigo https://ift.tt/2yzgB5U via IFTTT

Ten Deals with the Indigo Snake - Lightspeed Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2O5XzZG from Diigo https://ift.tt/2O5XzZG via IFTTT

I’m sorry I waited so long to tell you this, but I really hate your vacation cabin. Everything about it creeps me out. The sound of crickets at night makes my skin crawl. via Pocket Escape Pod 650 Some Things I Probably Should Have Mentioned Earlier (LIVE) - Escape Pod via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2Aj0YRk from Diigo https://ift.tt/2Aj0YRk via IFTTT

Use the photograph above as the inspiration for your flash fiction story. Write whatever comes to mind (no sexual, political, or religious stories, jokes, or commentary, please) and after you PROOFREAD it, submit it as your entry in the comments sec… Flash Fiction Writing Prompt Secret of the Cave – Indies Unlimited via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CXwXJB from Diigo https://ift.tt/2CXwXJB via IFTTT

“London is ours! Zero-ing in on infamy!” announced Haggard Elsson, winking to the air steward and striding purposefully from the First Class exit from BA0171 with his Executive Assistant Freya trailing him, awkwardly wheeling both of their suitcases… Lift Us Up | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CWOotF from Diigo https://ift.tt/2CWOotF via IFTTT

Paris is a city of many things — lights, sounds, whispers… and cats. Cats haunt modern Paris like fur-clad ghosts — whiskered faces through window panes, gray mousers plying their trade in alleyways, rooftop cats and cats who sleep and dream curled … PETTISHA AND THE CAT MAN OF PARIS • by Christopher Owen – Every Day Fiction via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CCeroZ from Diigo https://ift.tt/2CCeroZ via IFTTT

I let the children play with the lions because I decided that it was part of their education to examine life from another planet. This was after I ordered a box of domestic cats but many of my students, the boys in particular, didn’t know their own … PLAYING WITH LIONS • by James Machell – Every Day Fiction via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2qad9dp from Diigo https://ift.tt/2qad9dp via IFTTT

Grampa Don hated houseflies. To hear him talk you’d think there weren’t no flies in Chicago, but we visited once and there were flies a’plenty, I assure you. But when Grampa stayed with us he was forever complaining about flies in the house. via Poc… THE BOUNTY • by J.C. Towler – Every Day Fiction via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2CEqaTY from Diigo https://ift.tt/2CEqaTY via IFTTT

Her fingers are young but they feel wrapped in the heft of ancient mountains as she writes. Her nails are blotched with ink but she remembers the taste of the paint, that which she mined from beneath their tips as she thought with the edge of her te… The Wounding Table | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2NYv687 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2NYv687 via IFTTT

The sign outside Hello Design Coffin Works read, FOR SALE: FANTASY COFFINS. But the little girl imagined more ominous words floating just below the other letters, “Ababuo Need Not Apply.” via Pocket For Sale Fantasy Coffins (Ababuo Need Not Apply) | Apex Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2NXJ5uV from Diigo https://ift.tt/2NXJ5uV via IFTTT

Kashmai hates the sea. For a long time, she thought it was the only thing she hated. The seals wake her every morning before sunrise. via Pocket Beneath Ceaseless Skies | The Oracle and the Sea by Megan Arkenberg via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2q9tmj5 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2q9tmj5 via IFTTT

A provocative story about the relationship between the humans on a British airbase and the AI security system that guards that base. When a group of humans are killed, the question is who is responsible and why. via Pocket AI and the Trolley Problem | Tor.com via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2RW4lo8 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2RW4lo8 via IFTTT

The Dream Curator - Lightspeed Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2QVrLZx from Diigo https://ift.tt/2QVrLZx via IFTTT

The Real You™ - Lightspeed Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2AgNQw1 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2AgNQw1 via IFTTT

Use the photograph above as the inspiration for your flash fiction story. Write whatever comes to mind (no sexual, political, or religious stories, jokes, or commentary, please) and after you PROOFREAD it, submit it as your entry in the comments sec… Flash Fiction Writing Prompt The Hawk – Indies Unlimited via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2EjBK9D from Diigo https://ift.tt/2EjBK9D via IFTTT

“House The Restaurant,” by Lee Blevins - Defenestration via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2PFQWyP from Diigo https://ift.tt/2PFQWyP via IFTTT

Affin slipped and slid over the lumpy white slopes. Her hair hung clotted with curdy chunks, and irritating crescents of tallow lingered under her fingernails; most of her skin was hidden under smeared wax; her clothes were heavy with clinging runof… Paraffin | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2OI9Bti from Diigo https://ift.tt/2OI9Bti via IFTTT

I regain consciousness in a small hut made from sweet-smelling grass and blue sticks. A male garbed in the same type of grass stands over me. When he notices my eyes are open, he looks away and begins clicking and whistling. I ask about my crewmates… People of the Morse | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2NVAahE from Diigo https://ift.tt/2NVAahE via IFTTT

Rebecca stood in the middle of her little gallery and surveyed her work. She’d hoped her recent direction was going to be different, maybe spark some kind of reaction from this sleepy little town, but the series hadn’t gotten anything more than poli… Art Medium | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MPgEPr from Diigo https://ift.tt/2MPgEPr via IFTTT

I first encountered the new barre studio in my neighborhood as I was walking home after meeting my coworkers for drinks. The light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and illuminating the crisp white walls and hardwood floors caught my at… “Someone Save Me From This Fresh Hell My First Barre Class,” Brenna Donovan - Defenestration via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2PFQRv1 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2PFQRv1 via IFTTT

Rebecca set her fork down. “Be honest with me. How is work going? I mean, really.” He sighed, shoulders rolling forward. “It’s bad. Real bad.” Damn, she hated to see that look in his eyes. She reached across the table and snaked her fingers through … The Invisible Hand | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2Ol4UbY from Diigo https://ift.tt/2Ol4UbY via IFTTT

How to tell your boyfriend you are in love with a robot: Tell him, “I may possibly be in love with a robot,” because absolutes are difficult for biological brains to process. He won’t be jealous. via Pocket How to Become a Robot in 12 Easy Steps - Lightspeed Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MZwI13 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2MZwI13 via IFTTT

The worst day of Wells the Magician’s life begins pleasantly enough, with a shot of whiskey at the Lost Kingdom bar. via Pocket You Pretend Like You Never Met Me, and I’ll Pretend Like I Never Met You - Lightspeed Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2xFQ6er from Diigo https://ift.tt/2xFQ6er via IFTTT

The box sat upon the table. It was inanimate, but strange waves of light moved across its surface and Roman felt a tingle in the back of his head like the beginning of a headache. via Pocket The Glyphtograph | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2xYHdfk from Diigo https://ift.tt/2xYHdfk via IFTTT

I rested my eyes upon the tessellated sphere. It was such a beautiful dream. It was such a spectacular failure. If the world is a golf ball, then I’m the one who drove it straight into the bottom of the lake. My club? A thing so simple, so deadly, s… The Tessellated Sphere | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2QggSAW from Diigo https://ift.tt/2QggSAW via IFTTT

Perhaps it would have been better, somehow, if this had been sample #142 or #96 or #305, something innocuous and meaningless but no, it was sample number one, the first, and he already wanted to taste it. via Pocket Sample #1 | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2y1uBnZ from Diigo https://ift.tt/2y1uBnZ via IFTTT

My daughter fell from the top of the world. She tripped, she gripped, she slipped, and she fell. Into three kilometers of open air. I have a desk. Everyone on the atmospheric entry project thinks it’s the quaintest thing. They can’t understand it. v… Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy The Falls A Luna Story by Ian McDonald via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2zKWgeZ from Diigo https://ift.tt/2zKWgeZ via IFTTT

The path to enlightenment is through obedience to wisdom, and who is wiser than the Everlasting Emperor? via Pocket Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy In Everlasting Wisdom by Aliette de Bodard via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2QnrFtd from Diigo https://ift.tt/2QnrFtd via IFTTT

[CC] Welcome online, Cybernetic Elbow Model CI953-L. This is your introductory Initial Boot orientation. You are currently in a locked and muted configuration while external medical systems run diagnostics to see that your replacement procedure has … Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy Thirty-Three Percent Joe by Suzanne Palmer via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2zKWhj3 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2zKWhj3 via IFTTT

It was the end of all chaos. The room was clouded with murky smog. Ling Xi had coughed herself awake. via Pocket Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy The Facecrafter by Anna Wu via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2QnrIoT from Diigo https://ift.tt/2QnrIoT via IFTTT

When we set out to weave a new world from the old, broken one, we knew we pledged the lives of our clutches and our clutches’ clutches to wandering the wastes. via Pocket Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy When We Were Starless by Simone Heller via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2zJYE5N from Diigo https://ift.tt/2zJYE5N via IFTTT

A provocative story about the relationship between the humans on a British airbase and the AI security system that guards that base. When a group of humans are killed, the question is who is responsible and why. via Pocket AI and the Trolley Problem | Tor.com via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2RW4lo8 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2RW4lo8 via IFTTT

The Dream Curator - Lightspeed Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2QVrLZx from Diigo https://ift.tt/2QVrLZx via IFTTT

The Real You™ - Lightspeed Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2AgNQw1 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2AgNQw1 via IFTTT

Use the photograph above as the inspiration for your flash fiction story. Write whatever comes to mind (no sexual, political, or religious stories, jokes, or commentary, please) and after you PROOFREAD it, submit it as your entry in the comments sec… Flash Fiction Writing Prompt The Hawk – Indies Unlimited via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2EjBK9D from Diigo https://ift.tt/2EjBK9D via IFTTT

“House The Restaurant,” by Lee Blevins - Defenestration via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2PFQWyP from Diigo https://ift.tt/2PFQWyP via IFTTT

Affin slipped and slid over the lumpy white slopes. Her hair hung clotted with curdy chunks, and irritating crescents of tallow lingered under her fingernails; most of her skin was hidden under smeared wax; her clothes were heavy with clinging runof… Paraffin | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2OI9Bti from Diigo https://ift.tt/2OI9Bti via IFTTT

I regain consciousness in a small hut made from sweet-smelling grass and blue sticks. A male garbed in the same type of grass stands over me. When he notices my eyes are open, he looks away and begins clicking and whistling. I ask about my crewmates… People of the Morse | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2NVAahE from Diigo https://ift.tt/2NVAahE via IFTTT

Rebecca stood in the middle of her little gallery and surveyed her work. She’d hoped her recent direction was going to be different, maybe spark some kind of reaction from this sleepy little town, but the series hadn’t gotten anything more than poli… Art Medium | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MPgEPr from Diigo https://ift.tt/2MPgEPr via IFTTT

I first encountered the new barre studio in my neighborhood as I was walking home after meeting my coworkers for drinks. The light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and illuminating the crisp white walls and hardwood floors caught my at… “Someone Save Me From This Fresh Hell My First Barre Class,” Brenna Donovan - Defenestration via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2PFQRv1 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2PFQRv1 via IFTTT

Rebecca set her fork down. “Be honest with me. How is work going? I mean, really.” He sighed, shoulders rolling forward. “It’s bad. Real bad.” Damn, she hated to see that look in his eyes. She reached across the table and snaked her fingers through … The Invisible Hand | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2Ol4UbY from Diigo https://ift.tt/2Ol4UbY via IFTTT

How to tell your boyfriend you are in love with a robot: Tell him, “I may possibly be in love with a robot,” because absolutes are difficult for biological brains to process. He won’t be jealous. via Pocket How to Become a Robot in 12 Easy Steps - Lightspeed Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2MZwI13 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2MZwI13 via IFTTT

The worst day of Wells the Magician’s life begins pleasantly enough, with a shot of whiskey at the Lost Kingdom bar. via Pocket You Pretend Like You Never Met Me, and I’ll Pretend Like I Never Met You - Lightspeed Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2xFQ6er from Diigo https://ift.tt/2xFQ6er via IFTTT

The box sat upon the table. It was inanimate, but strange waves of light moved across its surface and Roman felt a tingle in the back of his head like the beginning of a headache. via Pocket The Glyphtograph | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2xYHdfk from Diigo https://ift.tt/2xYHdfk via IFTTT

I rested my eyes upon the tessellated sphere. It was such a beautiful dream. It was such a spectacular failure. If the world is a golf ball, then I’m the one who drove it straight into the bottom of the lake. My club? A thing so simple, so deadly, s… The Tessellated Sphere | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2QggSAW from Diigo https://ift.tt/2QggSAW via IFTTT

Perhaps it would have been better, somehow, if this had been sample #142 or #96 or #305, something innocuous and meaningless but no, it was sample number one, the first, and he already wanted to taste it. via Pocket Sample #1 | 365tomorrows via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2y1uBnZ from Diigo https://ift.tt/2y1uBnZ via IFTTT

My daughter fell from the top of the world. She tripped, she gripped, she slipped, and she fell. Into three kilometers of open air. I have a desk. Everyone on the atmospheric entry project thinks it’s the quaintest thing. They can’t understand it. v… Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy The Falls A Luna Story by Ian McDonald via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2zKWgeZ from Diigo https://ift.tt/2zKWgeZ via IFTTT

The path to enlightenment is through obedience to wisdom, and who is wiser than the Everlasting Emperor? via Pocket Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy In Everlasting Wisdom by Aliette de Bodard via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2QnrFtd from Diigo https://ift.tt/2QnrFtd via IFTTT

[CC] Welcome online, Cybernetic Elbow Model CI953-L. This is your introductory Initial Boot orientation. You are currently in a locked and muted configuration while external medical systems run diagnostics to see that your replacement procedure has … Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy Thirty-Three Percent Joe by Suzanne Palmer via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2zKWhj3 from Diigo https://ift.tt/2zKWhj3 via IFTTT

It was the end of all chaos. The room was clouded with murky smog. Ling Xi had coughed herself awake. via Pocket Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy The Facecrafter by Anna Wu via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2QnrIoT from Diigo https://ift.tt/2QnrIoT via IFTTT

When we set out to weave a new world from the old, broken one, we knew we pledged the lives of our clutches and our clutches’ clutches to wandering the wastes. via Pocket Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy When We Were Starless by Simone Heller via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2zJYE5N from Diigo https://ift.tt/2zJYE5N via IFTTT

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