She jumps out of the chair, runs over to me, grabs my hand and we dance. It’s amazing. She’s an entirely different person. CUSTOM HEADPHONES BY MATTHEW MEAGHER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 81 Poppy pinches my bra strap, licks her thumb, and rubs my cheek. “Chloe, I like your clot…
At restaurants on those August evenings after full days at the beach, the maitre’d or old couples would pass by our table and look at our suntanned fac…
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I decided that we could make a go of it if we moved to a sanctuary city—Flint, perhaps, where discrimination against inter-synth coupling is outlawed. …
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The bitch, I thought. I never should have taken the job. Next time, go with your gut, Alicia, I said to myself. WHITE OAKS BY JULIE ZUCKERMAN 34THPARAL…
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For weeks, she’d taken long drives and trolled the radio waves for messages from the Mother Ship. MR CHIPS AND THE MANGO-TANGO MOTHER SHIP BY ALICE HAT…
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CHEZ MOI BY HANNAH HORNSEY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 56 Chez moi/ Roughly translated as “my place” although the crossover from Francophone phonemes t…
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My dad was in the movie. Thirty years younger and dressed in old-time detective garb, he was one of the FBI agents speaking urgently about the alien th…
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