Wrinkle

When a 19-year-old who wasn’t supposed to live to adulthood is spared by a sinister entity, she follows its victims to understand why she was chosen to live.

Erin grew up on tile floors. On stale beeps, on sterile cold, on endless wires plucked and protruding from her. It was all home to the girl.

She was fine with seeing the other patients rolled in and out. She was fine with the freezer-burned food delivered to her cold in the middle. She was even fine with the looks her widower father gave her—or rather, didn’t—as he couldn’t bear to meet eyes with his only daughter as she wasted away.

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Out of the sky

Dan Benamor

It was partially obscured by clouds. In a way, this made the sight even more distressing. Because it left ambiguous the full size of the thing in the sky. I knew, intellectually, things, objects, could be that large. And at first, I assumed it had to be an object. It wasn’t a meteor. I’m not a scientist, but what little I know of meteors led me to believe a meteor would approach much faster. What then? A craft of some kind? This gray, wide, enormous entity in the sky.