25
Feb

The Absence of You

by shukyou (主教)
illustrated by TOFU

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“He’s coming to,” said a voice Lucian almost recognized – almost, and then even that was gone.

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24
Feb

Snow night

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

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Ned was standing at the lunchroom counter trying to decide what would be worse, drinking a cup of tea with not enough soymilk in it or the hassle of going out in the cold to get more, when someone came into the room. Maxwell, a random part of his attention informed him; at the morning’s committee meeting all of Maxwell’s shirt buttons had bloomed into roses, and their perfume still wafted around him in a cloud.

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24
Feb

Out in the Wash

written and illustrated by Iron Eater

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The laundry machine was on the fritz.

Some people Joshua knew were hesitant to call something that ran on supernatural energies a machine, per se, but in his opinion he was all for calling a spade a spade; it didn’t matter if behind the inconspicuous chassis with the Maytag branding was a fantastic portal to the dimensional plane of soap suds—or wherever it went, as the manual warned against sticking your head into the unit to investigate and Joshua was an avowed manual-reader—because so long as he put dirty clothes in and got clean clothes out it was good enough for him. The laundry machine was a typical magical appliance in that it needed both electrical power and a connection to Realms Unknown to work, similar to how a dishwasher needed both power and water if it was meant to do its job. Like all machines built for human convenience, he only really thought about it when it wasn’t working the way it ought to, and given the malfunction he had on his hands he was now thinking about the laundry machine quite a lot.

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24
Feb

The Potion Master’s Husband

by green papaya

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That morning, Klaus Xam woke from a dream in which he returned to his mother’s home to watch a concert in her garden. The herbs and flowers had come to life and sang and danced to melancholy songs, and his mother had gifted him with the tea set that had been passed down in her family for generations. It took him a long moment to realize that he was lying in bed in Crystallia, not Vementis; that his mother had been dead these past three years; and that the tea set had been lost, sold by his brother along with the rest of his mother’s belongings.

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24
Feb

The Two Witches

by A.S. Mara

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Kekwa watched Danielle ring the doorbell three times before she intervened, catching her paw in one hand.

“Stop it,” Kekwa said. “You’ll irritate her.”

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24
Feb

Day Job

by Domashita Romero (地下ロメロ)
illustrated by neomeruru

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Louis was sure of two things: one, the new guy was literally, actually a demon. Two, the new guy was fucking hot.

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24
Feb

The Edge of Morning

by Kilerkki
illustrated by beili

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Tanas came to the house on the cliff at the end of autumn. He had his clothes in a valise, and all the rest of his life in a little jar of ashes under the usurper king’s seal.

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24
Feb

The Blerd and the Hedge Witch

by TF Grognon

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Ben gets home really late. He stayed out after work with Alison and her friends for no good reason other than, after this week of downsizing and reassignments and quarter-ending reports, he needed not to be at work any more, or anywhere he might be tempted to think about work, like home. Most nights, he’s back in time for Jeopardy! and a good few hours to prune, water, and “commune” with the plants.

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24
Feb

it’s been a while since I have even heard from you

by Suikazura Amai (吸葛甘い)

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Someone was doing magic on their Instagram Story.

Alex was pretty far on the outskirts of the magical community, but that felt like it was so far against the rules that it was bordering on illegal. He only knew about the existence of magic because of his brother, Max, who had once been cursed but was now working off a debt to The Agency after they’d saved his life. Most of what he knew were things he had pieced together himself. Max refused to answer any questions or let him get close to the magical underworld which he classified as “too dangerous”.

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16
Dec

The Brittle Blade

by Onabe Ōkamiotoko (御鍋狼男)

Milo had come to the tavern for anything but a drink.

He sat at the table alone, hands occupied with what was between his legs — a dagger made of bone. With a silent focus, he sharpened the blade with a whetstone while the noises of the tavern blossomed around him. Bright, joyous music from the stage filled the room, and lamps flickered from the walls, establishing a cozy atmosphere. Milo sighed. His heart was heavy. He’d been keeping track of the days in his journal for the past week, eager for the arriving full moon.

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16
Dec

remember to love each other

by A.S. Mara

It used to be something they celebrated every year, counting down the days beforehand with casual reminders, planning reservations and buying gifts for each other. Not a huge deal, but still a special day they liked to remember. But as the years passed, and the electric chemistry that buzzed between them slowly eased into something softer and more comfortable, the celebrations petered off too. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when it happened, only that at present, more often than not, they simply forgot about it.

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16
Dec

Out of this World

by juou no zan (女王のザン)

illustrated by Z. Zacht-Zoet

 

There were perfectly good reasons why Colby was staring at the alien across the club. It wasn’t like ce was xeno or anything–not that there was anything wrong with that, what consenting adult sapients did together was their own business–but ce absolutely could not stop staring. Ce’d never seen an alien in real life before, and ce hardly knew anything about zhenegas. For instance, ce hadn’t known their bright blue mouths actually glowed in low light. Ce hadn’t realized what a difference an extra joint in each limb would make to their flexibility, even just while dancing. Ce had perfectly good reasons to stare that had nothing to do with wanting to find out what kind of genitals a zhenega had, or this zhenega had, at least. Though maybe not perfectly good reasons to stare for quite so long, because it was rude and the zhenega had noticed cer, made eye contact, and was making its way through the crowd to cer.

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16
Dec

Where You Gonna Sleep Tonight

by Wakahisa Rei (若久零)
illustrated by The Winter Cynic

 

His memories were already fading. They were always stark in the first moments after waking – every scent (iron, flesh, sweat), every sound (screams, cracking, thudding) and every sight (horrified eyes, bodies, the full moon). Then, nothing. He’d get up, still dizzy from the change, still disoriented, remembering that yes, he was human. As he remembered his humanity, his memories turned to haze. It was like trying to recall a movie he’d seen years ago. Normally, this bothered Marius – they were his memories. He didn’t have much that was his.

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16
Dec

Local Flavor

written and illustrated by Ptarmigan

The summer in Minnelaskwa’s Iron Valley has finally come to its merciful end, where the weather transitions from ‘hot enough to where it’s only tolerable to sit around the house drunk in your underwear’ to ‘cool enough to sit around the house drunk in your underwear and an open flannel shirt,’ which incidentally, is what Cicada happens to be wearing right now.  In other words, it’s comfortable; an ideal climate for lounging on the couch with his laptop wired into the TV, stoned out of his gourd and wasting the day watching dashboard videos of drunken dwarves careening into each other and swearing in their native tongue before walking away unscathed and/or engaging in a fistfight with the other driver. It’s the perfect entertainment as the end of the logging off-season draws near.

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16
Dec

Knickpoint

written and illustrated by Iron Eater

Year’s End was just around the corner, which of course meant as many things that could be a pain in Riaag’s ass as possible were choosing to do so. The current focus of his ire was an issue with one of the new grain-storage buildings they’d built just before that year’s Harvest. Said building now lay in scorched pieces on the ground; through swift action and good fortune they’d kept the other buildings from joining the conflagration, but a single lost store meant that much less to trade with and that much less of a buffer if the winter turned bad. Riaag still wasn’t sure what to make of it. When the Hill God had ordered His children to work the fields of Naar Rhoan, He hadn’t said anything about said fields blowing up afterwards.

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