“Wow, you’re so small,” said the pink humanoid creature looking at me. It had created eyes for itself and a very primitive nervous system to replicate as many human senses as it could. It had used me as a model but standing here looking at it was nothing like looking into a mirror ( Read more... )

It’s the glowing catfish moustache that gives the only light down here, the fish’s lower lip tracing powdered silt on the ocean floor ( Read more... )

I feed my arm cannons so that I’ll go straight to the bottom of the ocean and be my own anchor. I don’t drink whiskey anymore because it goes straight to my fists. Each bubble that escapes my mouth as I get nearer to the safety of the floor will pop on the surface of the sea like a forgotten idea. I will become an iron secret where no one can ( Read more... )

The port was crowded with the usual stinking mélange of homeless adults, orphaned children, prostitutes, dockworkers and sailors ( Read more... )

The ship was called The Bloom of Youth ( Read more... )

I am miles underwater. I’m the only human competing ( Read more... )

We’d found her adrift off the stern of the city. It was a good thing Bow Town didn’t get her before we did ( Read more... )