Reflection's Edge: The E-Zine for Thoughtful Readers & Writers

Bob and I dragged ourselves out of bed and were at the church by five, but six other families had camped out overnight and were already in line. Macy was [...]

Jason started the day knowing in his gut that Isobel was about to drop the It’s Not You, It’s Me speech. He’d seen the writing on the wall through his [...]

Today’s Numero Uno has a prepub fetish, so naturally I put on the prostitot body. He comes into my velvet-draped workplace and sees a twelve-year-old, tall for her age, with [...]

She ran, clanking. Ping, grind, huff of breath. Muscles popped and stretched in her legs. She ran, unknowing to nowhere with a tickle of fear fading in the back of [...]

When the boiler in the basement of Temple B’nai Chaim broke down, Zhou Lei decided it was too cold for our weekly Chinese lesson. Our parents were summoned by phone, [...]

My father, a compulsive liar, once told me that a person dies every time a leaf falls from a tree. If you catch a leaf before it touches the ground, you save a person’s soul. It’s early September in Chicago, and I’ve already let thousands of souls perish. I walk to work, from one graffiti-stained side of Wrigleyville to the other. The sidewalks, congested with foot traffic an hour before, are now clear. The only people I encounter are…

The Hugo-winning author of Spin writes a futuristic novel that reads like historical fiction.

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