(One of the joys of SimLit is collaborating with creators who specialize in different areas: some people make gorgeous custom content, others could get an honorary degree in interior design with their Build Mode experience, others master a half-dozen trade programs to set up stunning photographs, others can whip up a character in CAS with … Continue reading Venus in Retrograde Rising (Part I)
Category: Catastrophe Theory
There is no resolution. There are no answers.
Unlike Mike (Part II)
Everyone knew Claudia habitually overreacted to each new room she stepped into, and so it was the first thing they looked forward to when they invited her over. 8 Landgraab, which sent the average threshold-crosser into such severe awe they forgot which celestial temple they were entering, left Claudia scrambling to find enough superlatives for … Continue reading Unlike Mike (Part II)
Unlike Mike (Part I)
"Ah, darling, it's been too long," she said, illuminating with her presence a room not unlike one dreamed up by a kindergartener in their quadrilateral phase who wanted to capture the informed nostalgia of life as depicted in vintage photographs but whose understanding of both causality and color-negative film left something to be desired. Aileen … Continue reading Unlike Mike (Part I)
Bathed in Blue: The Induction of a Legend
By Rachel Walsh (originally published in H&Maid Magazine) It's always crowded in Spice Market, but nine square feet to yourself and a cup of stall-bought tea can plunge you into your own vibrant world. I bring my cup of instant Fall to my nose, and although it's summer outside my little bubble, inside it's heady … Continue reading Bathed in Blue: The Induction of a Legend
Tarantella
"'I Can't Stop.'" "What?" "You're wondering out loud what song is playing. 'I Can't Stop' by Kazaky. I picked it." "Oh. I did not realize anyone was listening. I am Alice, by the way." Alice hadn't made a mistake in her assumption; the music obscured her own voice to where the only confirmation she was … Continue reading Tarantella
Look What You’ve Done to Me, Xishu Liu
As the grey clouds finished relieving themselves of extra weight, the roof of the Casbah Gallery burst forth in glittering splendor from the sunlit reflection of thousands of watery beads. Look closely and you'd notice each bead was caught in an internal battle between stasis, gravity, and surface tension, one that resolved within minutes depending … Continue reading Look What You’ve Done to Me, Xishu Liu
Al Mal Tiempo, Buena Cara
"Hector---the times that test your character are what make you. When times are hardest, that's when you have to smile your biggest smile." Claudia said this straight-faced. As she spoke, Hector saw his mother's hand tremble towards her drink, nails dragging across wood grain and palm countering friction against lacquer until this, too, took more … Continue reading Al Mal Tiempo, Buena Cara
Is this Loss?
Missing persons Willow Creek Missing persons hotline Willow Creek Dr. Jeong-Espinosa news News missing persons Missing persons search party organization Missing spouse help No matter how she permuted it, each of Jo's search terms took her back to the same horrifically dry government website, http://www.wcpd.sim/missing-persons, on it a curated set of names and pictures, captioned … Continue reading Is this Loss?
No Place for a Heroine
"Kendra. What's that fucking thing in the middle of your living room?" Kendra was in the kitchen with her back to Wyatt. But from context, he was likely referring to the seven-fingered poledancing tentacle in the middle of her living room. "I don't know," she said. "Someone dumped it outside the trailer park, and I … Continue reading No Place for a Heroine
Love Day, Actually
"The first thing one notices about this piece is the juxtaposition of the smooth curves of the truncated spheroid with the hard lines of its central Platonic solid." Chantel put both hands on the table to interrogate the candle at eye level. Diametrically opposite, her boyfriend was making the same face he made when they … Continue reading Love Day, Actually
