- Liquid Imagination

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On the Edge of the World by André le Roux He sat in a restroom stall on the lower tier of the stadium complex, staring at an aluminum-plated door and gray tiled floor. Fluorescent lights flickered alien and erratic above him. He shivered, even though it wasn’t cold.
The Better to Hold Her by Sealey Andrews The attic is alive with boneless bodies in motion. Living bobbins, no bigger than buttons, pushing fine threads of silver from their middles. Watching it is enigmatic, imagining the clacking of that many feet on the ground, but not really hearing it. Stick-pin feet are silent even en masse.
The Shroomtown Files by Anne E. Johnson Nicknaming the place Shroomtown was in bad taste. I knew that. But sometimes our work is so harrowing that I need a little black humor to get me through the day. That and my voice recorder. After every gig I sit somewhere quiet and tell the story of what I’ve just been through. It’s illegal, feeding this audio into the cloud. Instant jail time or worse if my bosses find out. Still, it’s worth it for the sanity it brings me.
Frightened Children by Priya Sridhar One winter my dad went to London to meet with an old friend, Avery Knuth. They had a snowball fight in Hyde Park. Papa said rain and snow fell together on that day, so that he had shivered and winced. I have never seen snow falling or heard it pierce a frozen sidewalk. They were supposed to be friends: affable, kidding, beer-buddies.
Awake by I. K. Paterson-Harkness I punch at the yellow button with my thumb, trying to stop the bus. A siren is shrieking, coming from a speaker beside my head. I shout at the driver. “What the hell's going on?” The driver's posture doesn't change. I look behind me at the back seats. I'm the only one in here.
To Remember the Good TImes by Michelle Ann King From its reception building, you'd think Meadowside Lodge was a hotel rather than a storage facility - the walls are painted sunshine yellow, the chairs are plush and comfortable, and there are always fresh flowers on the desk. It's those little extras that make Meadowside stand out from the usual cryo-sheds. That, and the fact they never complain about how often you want to thaw someone out.
Lovers’ Quarrel by R. Rozakis Shavi peered over the edge of the garrison rooftop. A quick scan of the dark courtyard below revealed the guards standing exactly where her information had indicated they would be. She eased back down, careful not to make any sudden movements that would attract notice. They might not be able to reach her on the roof with their halberds, but archers could be summoned with a single shout.

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Introduction by Perry Mc Daid

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On the Edge of the World by André le Roux

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The Better to Hold Her by Sealey Andrews

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The Shroomtown Files by Anne E. Johnson

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Frightened Children by Priya Sridhar

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Awake by I. K. Paterson-Harkness

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To Remember the Good TImes by Michelle Ann King

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Lovers’ Quarrel by R. Rozakis

Poetry

Song from the Islands of Sirenum Scopuli by Brittany Warman

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Stranger in the Room than Out by Roger Leatherwood

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The Vacuum by Jadyn Knight

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Mother up there by Subhankar Biswas

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Preserved by Thomas Wood

Poetry

Lament for Hyacinth by R. Christophe Ryber

Poetry

The Soloist By Jonel Abellanosa