by Vincent Mak When he was only seven or eight years old, he would play all day with lumps of clay that were given to him in handicraft lessons at school or were bought for him by his mother; clay was the only toy that he ever pestered his mother to buy. His father left […]
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by Suphil Park When our Star Author died, I was sent to Heaven to retrieve the final draft of his last manuscript. The head of our small literary agency had sighed, “Acts of God, for heaven’s sake–why now?” Being the newbie with nothing better to do, I was told to set out for a trip
by Virginia Leavell The roof of my parents’ barn was incredibly high. To me as a small child, maybe seven years old, it was as tall as the white rafters of St. Paul’s Episcopal Church where we were forced to put on a dress and sit quietly every Sunday morning. The barn was just as
by Bianca Crivellini Eger (EXPLICIT) 73 Wilshire Street, 11.00pm, she said, and hung up. It was only a five-minute walk from my apartment. The first time I had worn my dom outfit, my new skin, was a year before that night. I was nineteen and Luna, a long-time transgender entrepreneuse of the night had told
(Somewhat Practical Advice from a Very Impractical Source) by Trish Ruebottom What you have here is not your typical apocalypse survival guide. Typical apocalypse survival guides promise to teach you to “grasp the essentials of wilderness survival… strategies to protect and provide for your loved ones… simple, effective food preservation techniques”, like the post-pandemic Ultimate
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by Mark de Rond A yellow sky pressed on a crowd gathered in Munsterplatz to watch matters being put to rest. A bibarhund wandered the perimeter in search of scraps. It stopped to sniff the hand of a prisoner boy. As the boy patted its big head, the dog wagged contentedly. The boy’s other hand
by Wisam Salsaa, Manager of the Walled Off Hotel, Bethlehem Growing up and living under military occupation is not something you ever get used to. I wake up each day wondering if there is water in the tap so I can wash my face or take a shower seeing how our water supply is controlled
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by Mark de Rond (EXPLICIT) Too much thinking made him feel delirious like about how come he was here at all when he had never been one to draw attention to himself and when by all accounts he had a mundane existence. His job hadn’t been more nor less exciting than that of anyone else
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by Sam (Samuele) Murtinu Year 3334. Artificial intelligence had total control of the planet. Consciousness, once an emergent property solely of biological life, had also emerged in digital, artificial life. Machines were not only capable of analysing, calculating, and processing vast amounts of data, but they had now become sentient. Machines could perceive what other
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by Joanna Latimer I report on an incident in which a companion species in a rural site in Crete creates a threshold through which I was not meant to pass, a threshold which comes into collision with the passage created by walking and thinking and “being alongside” otherness. Drawing on Haraway’s notion of “becoming-with” in
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