One Last Show
Katie Chironis
Didn’t want passersby to see the sharp gestures, the twitching fingers, and draw the wrong conclusions.
How long will you stay this time?
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House on Emberflit Alley
Rayla Heide
“You will not learn anything from that box, child,” said Viktor. “But on top of it, you will find a bone chisel. Hand it to me, please.”
A trembling hand reached to the top of the crate and grasped the handle of the rusted metal tool.
The Bow, and the Kunai
Joey Yu
As she tried to pull her out, the sky dimmed, and Akali gasped. A colossal palm made of wriggling branches was coming down, threatening to crush them. 
Finishing Soates
Matt Dunn
She wore a ghostly half-mask with a curious twirl of a twig sprouting off the top. Upon that sprig was a single dark leaf. Her elegant gait sang of nobility, and Tarnold finally recognized the crest on her gown. 
The Tallest Daisy
He approached her on the lawn with great apprehension, and greater anticipation.
“Who… are you?” he asked timidly.
Hero of the Frost Moon
Matt Dunn
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Marjen breaks their embrace. Hara’s eyes widen at the words pouring out of her mouth. Her lips mouth a single word.
The Name of the Blade
Ian St. Martin
My upper lip constricts, desperate to twitch, but I am stone. Succumbing to such weakness would only carry me further from the Edge. 
Monstrous
Graham McNeill
It draws the blood of the smaller creatures up into its limbs, drinking their very essence. Webs of light and twitching matter knit its flesh together, like a weaver sewing a torn blanket.
The Whispering Doodad
Graham McNeill
She draws a bead on a rabbit with a half-chewed ear, poking a twitching nose from its burrow.
“Did you do this?” she asks.
The rabbit doesn’t answer.
The Collection
Rayla Heide
he screamed. He scrambled for something to throw - a broken chair - and threw it at Thresh with all his strength. 
The Axiomata
Daniel Couts
I lift the ghostly light the Yun Tal shone upon my not-error and return to my work. 
The Stranger on the Road
Apparently the cowboy wasn’t alone in traveling under the protection of daylight. It was just a speck, at first, moving slow as the sun in the sky, but there—a dark shadow crowned with a wide-brimmed hat on the road ahead.
Miss Fortune
He was there to take the guns by force.
Abigale had crafted two masterpieces, twin hand cannons of exquisite workmanship and pinpoint lethality—indeed, she declared, too fine for the likes of him.
Paintings Framed in Half-Light
Isa Mari De Leon
The blaze climbed the walls, but did not catch, shedding neither ash nor smoke and spreading only as far as I willed it. 
From The Ashes
Aaron Dembski-Bowden
The sorcerer made no response. Not even a twitch.
The young barbarian rose, stretching out the night’s soreness with a delicious crackle of sinew.
In Battle, Broken
L J Goulding
He backed into the space behind the open door, and brought his knees up like a wall between him and the rest of the world. “Don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me,” he repeated again and again, under his breath. 
An Explorer's Journey
Matt Dunn
I brushed away centuries of grime to reveal some glyphs. Owls and stuff.
I deciphered what I could, but my ancient Shuriman is a little rusty.
Son of Ur
David Slagle
“Bleedin’ that sumper made me a mite parched.”
Blenk scoffed. “They’d sell shimmer to a child in the Lanes.
A Different Hunger
Ian St Martin
A stripe of the timber was burnt blacker than pitch. I reached toward it, and the barest touch of my fingertips sent it crumbling, revealing a crater of smooth wood underneath. 
The Cage
Odin Austin Shafer
It’s moved inside the city walls. I force my new shape—limping, crawling—toward the sounds of battle. Toward a better host.