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A Journal of International Science Fiction & Fantasy. Estd. 2015. 

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FICTION, POETRY & MORE

Isha Karki: Rooting 

Isha Karki: Rooting 

Branches jut towards us, splinters scrape our skin and sap leaks from bark split open, coating the curves of our shoulders, pooling in the dips of our clavicle. The forest anoints us. We can’t see through the curtain of leaves; we part our way with batons. A decade...

Anil Menon: Shit Flower

In its underground cavern, cathedral-like with its glittering spears of light and rust-stained barrel vaults, Goose continued to do what it had done for over five decades: route sludge water in the temple city of Mumbai. It was 3:04 AM IST, 2089 AD. Goose cared little...

Dean Francis Alfar: The New Daughter

When the boy inevitably grew up, married and moved away with his own growing family, the toymaker decided to make a girl. He did it this time in secret, afraid of what his neighbors would think, fearing the potential unjust accusation of prurience when all he wanted...

David S. Golding: Give and Receive

The school grounds held few secrets, for they swirled with voices eager to tell and retell, but beyond the outside wall and across the train tracks there was a hidden place. Ana found it one day after classes. She was on her way to buy coconut oil for her mother when...

Amal Singh: Rudali

They have come to weep for those who can’t. Ramsingh Chaudhury’s haveli smells of cinnamon and incense, charred wood and pine oil, age and death. Ten women gather around the zamindar’s body lying still in the center of the hall, all in white, their eyes blank, their...

Indra Das: Excerpt from The Devourers

Indra Das: Excerpt from The Devourers

My part in this story began the winter before winters started getting warmer, on a full-moon night so bright you could see your own shadow on an unlit rooftop. It was under that moon—slightly smudged by December mist clinging to the streets of Kolkata—that I met a man...

Shobhana Kumar: Lessons in Mango Picking

It’s not just the announcement of summer. If you look close enough you can pick a thing or two about patience and then letting go. You know life can turn against you— how you can be plucked from your roots, young, weather it all and still remain remarkably...

Seo-Young Chu: Life 38

Under my desk, head against wall, limbs folded in heaps on the floor, I open my eyes. (My body, it seems, migrated here last night.) Fingers are tangled in cords and computer wires. In my dream, the dream from which I am still awaking, those same fingers are tangled...