Author

Xander Odell

Xander lives with their family in Washington state. They are an avid writer, compulsive reader, rabid chocoholic, and fumbling greeting card artist. Their work has appeared in such venues as Daily Science Fiction, Jim Baen's Universe, Cast of Wonders, Crossed Genres, and Pseudopod. You can find them on Twitter @WriterOdell.

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Location, Location, Location

A high-pitched whistle, a rubber band snap, and suddenly a future version of Phil appeared right in front of me in the middle of the Mercer and 9th crosswalk. He looked like a total freak old man with a blue mohawk and a neon purple catsuit. The rest of the crowd glared at us as…

Final Warnings in Open Fields

1. Plants want you dead. Don't waste time wondering why they turned against us. It is what it is. 2. There are no more herbicides. Fire has failed us against living plants. You are gardeners now, our first and only line of defense. 3. Make certain your suits are fastened and…

Amber

Every morning Mom says, "Today is the day I get my new body." And I lie and tell her, "No, Mom, that's tomorrow." Then she happily squeals like a rusted nail yanked out of scrap metal. "I'm so excited! I can't wait to wear a dress again!" I don't understand Mom's body…

Exchanges, No Refunds

"They wash ashore like moonbeams. I bring them in and lay them out to dry," the old man said from his stool behind the counter. The words lingered with hints of Latakia blend pipe tobacco. Dull yellow whiskers circled his mouth, those on his cheeks coarse and white. "Sometimes…