By Jonathan Mitchell From #CHM 74 August 2026 Arthur’s mother checked on him hours ago, and although he pretended to be stock still, eyes closed, breath even, he hasn’t been able to sleep all night. He’s tried counting sheep, got…
By Andrew Kozma From #CHM 74 August 2026 My friend Patrick, who is no longer my friend, has been missing for several weeks now, and is not around to solve the problem that he created. That problem is cats. Feral…
By Isla Lader From #CHM 73 July 2026 The first thing I’d felt was lonely; I was so lonely after Helena’s fingers left my esophagus. The tendrils attached to the ends of her wrists had slipped out of my mouth…
By Marisca Pichette From #CHM 73 July 2026 I. Measles mans the prow. Her wart-hands curl with uncounted fingers around a star-studded Wheel. Blue flames, red sparks, yellow lights from cores of all ages, their billions imprisoned to serve her…
By Forestleg From #CHM 73 July 2026 See now, the vast, bleary dark of the Lunar sky at dawn. She is sundered in twain—a crackling smile seeping with purplish lightening. From the non-Euclidean outer-black beyond that grinning tear, a flotilla…
By Adam Porkolab From #CHM 73 July 2026 My vocal cords seize three minutes before the door opens: a tuning. The scar tissue along the left fold tightens into the exact configuration required to produce the sound they need: a…
