Author
David Gianatasio
All the Kind Machines
All the kind machines rock me to sleep every night. When we play chess, they let me win. Laughter blooms like roses. Jokes flow like wine. And yet, sometimes, I glimpse rubble bobbing on the shag carpet beneath the caved-in ceiling of my living room. Through cracked plaster, a…
Deus X
You squirm on the altar, hands bound behind your back, lashed to a golden column topped by the Great One's fierce, fanged features. When your God arrives, His crimson wings beat like thunder, shaking the temple to its core. You gasp, braced for teeth and talons to sever meat…
Lamplighted
The genie appeared in a plume of ethereal smoke, as genies often do. I wished for riches--and piles of money appeared, along with precious gems. I wished for love--and a foxy harem winked into existence. I wished for world peace. My phone bleeped with an alert blared: "World…