Parva Gradus

Parva Gradus

by Parker King

Torn Away

Day 224, 0630: Waiting for people to finish singing “Happy Birthday” is the most awkward experience a human being can have.

Whiskey Gunboat Rebellion

I’d been on Rabbit Skull Island not two days after the Hurricane of ’53 when I met the rest of my life aboard The Rebellion. Ma’d sent me down from Bourbon with the season’s harvest and a tied-together raft of old logs, saying…

STORIES

Flutter

Amethym swoops down from the clear sky. Bright green hills roll beneath her tiny body. They grow larger as she draws nearer to a pearl flower in a thick patch of bushes. A cluster of long, weathered buildings zips past her vision. The fat domestic birds waddle in the midst of the buildings, gargling in…

Heliosphere

Rumbling jet engines suffocated Zariah’s ears as her head traced a benign dance through the air. Pressure throbbed all around her skull. Her eyes bobbed….

Hesitation

“Describe to me what you saw when you arrived at the scene,” a dull voice crawled through the cool room.

“When I got there the SWAT guys were…”

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