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After We Kill Our Father and Before We Reach the Mainland by Max Franciscovich

#s:specfic #s:trans #t:origfic | Ari volunteers to row first. We knew they would; we expected it. Mir, as she has intended to, says, “No, I’ll row, I’m the strongest,” and she is, with the thickest arms, so she takes the oars. Cal curls in the stern at her feet, so close she hardly has space to row but trembling so hard that she does not tell him off.

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We Shall Drink Wine by Andrew K. Hoe

#n:♥ #s:specfic #t:origfic | Until then, there is Fate Cutter, weeping the blood of an old love, sharp and silent. There is poisoned wine in a celadon cup, not unlike the Elixir of Immortality the queen-wife drank. There is this cold, cold moon to which the queen-wife ascended only to find that bone-white home infested—this moon whence our kind came, the endless beyond-dark we do not sing to, lest it tear out our throats with loneliness.

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Yellow and the Perception of Reality by Maureen McHugh

#s:specfic #t:origfic | I wear yellow when I go to see my sister. There’s not a lot of yellow at the rehab facility; it’s all calm blues and neutrals. I like yellow—it looks good on me—but I wear it because Wanda is smart and she’s figured it out. She knows it’s me now when she sees the yellow.

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The Water That Falls on You from Nowhere by John Chu

#s:specfic #t:origfic | The water that falls on you from nowhere when you lie is perfectly ordinary, but perfectly pure.

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Don't Press Charges and I Won't Sue by Charlie Jane Anders

#s:specfic #s:trans #t:origfic | Rachel has always thought this incident exposed the roots of the social contract: most of our relationships are upheld not by love, or obligation, or gratitude, but by mutually assured destruction.

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The Cartographer Wasps and the Anarchist Bees by E. Lily Yu

#s:specfic #t:origfic | In this way it was discovered that the wasp nests of Yiwei, dipped in hot water, unfurled into beautifully accurate maps of provinces near and far, inked in vegetable pigments and labeled in careful Mandarin that could be distinguished beneath a microscope.

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