An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I love how when my cats Piper and Julian play together, Julian makes these pretty, purring, “I’m so happy we’re playing!” sounds and Piper makes these growling, angry, “I wish you were dead!” sounds. The contrast is hilarious.
A Man on the Inside is a lovely little show, but it’s kind of surreal for me how much Ted Danson has aged into looking like my Grandpa Wes… who also lost his wife to Alzheimer’s after promising he’d never put her in a care facility. So that aspect was kinda intense.
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Hot Chocolate for the Unicorn and Other Flights of Fancy
Ever since my fortieth birthday, I’ve been thinking a lot about mortality. What happens when we die? Is there anything waiting for us on the other side of the veil, or is this life all we have? The thoughts catch me when I’m alone; when it’s late at night; or even sometimes right in the middle of a chaotic day, rushing around with my kids on errands. Continue reading “Ginger Tea for the Dragon”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Hot Chocolate for the Unicorn and Other Flights of Fancy
A tiny dragon burrowed into the big toe on my right foot, curled up around the joint, and lives in there now. Well, sleeps there. It seems to sleep all day long, like a cat in a sunbeam. Except, a dragon. In my toe.
Most of the time, I don’t notice it at all. But sometimes, the dragon shifts in its sleep, writhing and rearranging, and I feel all the spines along its back and long, coiling tail scrape and screech against my bones, brightening my foot with pain like lightning forks across the sky. Continue reading “The Dragon in My Toe”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Hot Chocolate for the Unicorn and Other Flights of Fancy, December 2024
They say that Hot Lake Hotel is haunted, but the shimmer of bluish light in the corner of my room wasn’t waiting for me when I arrived. She came with me. She’s been following me all of my life. Almost all of my life.
I close the door to my room — lucky number 113 — behind me and gratefully pull off the face mask I still wear everywhere. I know that most people have moved on from the pandemic, but between my rattly joints and asthmatic breathing, the last thing I need is to roll the dice on long Covid. So, I still mask up when I go out. Continue reading “Sister Ghost”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Electric Spec, Vol. 14, Issue 1, February 2019
Karyanne knew right away when the fae replaced her son. The baby had been crying days straight, since he was born. Karyanne didn’t even know how long that was. She woke to darkness. She woke to brittle morning light. She woke to darkness. She woke to full, ripe, afternoon light slanting through the venetian blinds. It was all the same. It was all baby screams, and her eyes glued shut from tears and exhaustion, and the back of her head hurting, and her body aching all over. Continue reading “When He Stopped Crying”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Hot Chocolate for the Unicorn and Other Flights of Fancy, December 2024
SPOILER WARNING: Denise is not the killer.
When a series of people are brutally murdered and gnawed on, inconveniently one full moon after Denise is first bitten by that wolf, it will LOOK like she’s the killer. And it will be heartbreaking, because she’s just so awkward, nerdy, and sweet. But don’t give up. Keep watching. It’s not her. Continue reading “Spoiler Warning”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Theme of Absence, September 2021
Blake had heard octopuses were smart, but it was hard to believe, looking at the blurring mass of muscle. He scooped the hand net into the cold water of the storage cell, like a plastic tub set into the deck of his small fishing boat. Tentacles writhed in a squirming reddish brown mass below. He couldn’t even make out a single individual creature in there. Just limbs. Squishy, slippery limbs. Continue reading “Eight Ways”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Kaleidotrope, October 2022
@UnicornGirl231: O MUH GOD i jus saw a zombie eating sumone’s arm and the ARM FELL OFF #zombiesarereal #zombiesarehere #evenincrestcity
@KarenCane: You’re in Crest City? How do you know it was a zombie?
@LiteralGhost1: Is the zombie virus airborn? Will a mask protect me? Do I need to hold my breath around zombies? Maybe I’ll just stay inside… Continue reading “Safe Here in Crest City”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally serialized in Daily Science Fiction, November/December 2022
Part 1: Comfort Animal
The wide timber frame arch rose high above Dr. Miriam Loxley’s head, presaging the size of the animals kept in the enclosure. All the movies, books, and games came rushing back to her — she’d grown up with the Jurassic Park franchise. She knew all of the paleontologists and geneticists involved in The Prehistory Zoo had too. Somehow, they’d taken those stories as a siren’s call, instead of heeding them as a warning. Continue reading “The Prehistory Zoo”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Electric Spec, Vol. 13, Issue 2, May 2018
Hanna steered the spaceship with one arm, punching buttons, turning knobs, and flipping switches. Her other arm was wrapped tightly around her young son. His face was buried against her shoulder. He wasn’t crying any more. His breathing had stilled. He was sleeping, but he still clung to her with his arms and legs that seemed so long and gangly compared to when he was a baby. Continue reading “The Blood Portal”