Category: Fiction

Red Shoes by Kathrine Machon (Lucent Dreaming Issue 8)

She bought the red shoes to wear to the graduate’s ball. Ankle-twisting heels and crimson satin. Tired of stirring dust in the corner with the timid girls, she wore the shoes to seal a promise of change. Now, twirling under the disco lights alone, she threw off frowns from dancing couples. She partied in them with friends on a Friday

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Bee Girl by Avra Margariti (Lucent Dreaming Issue 8)

Content warning: Eating disorders She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened, but somewhere between her sophomore and junior year of high school, Melissa had decided she was a bee. Not just any bee, either. When her hive came to collect her, Melissa would become the queen. This wasn’t to say she was a nobody. Although she was no queen

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Almost her. by Pam Knapp (Lucent Dreaming Issue 8)

Words fell like a muffled weight onto her ears and her eyes stayed fixed on his, searching for helpful meaning. He was trying to explain, but despite this combined effort to hear with her ears and eyes, his words remained little more than unconnected sounds. Her mind was busy with this and that, but mainly with the lamentable fact that

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All the colours in the sky by Paul Alex Gray (Lucent Dreaming Issue 8)

Kellai watched the sun sink behind the hills of the valley. The killing day was done. Where the last sunlight fell on his feathers, he felt warmth, and a sensation of summer, slipping away with the evening chill. In his hands he held a long wooden stick, the dried-out branch of a gathamur tree. It had helped him wander across

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Happiness.zip, Paranoia.exe by Adrian Encomienda (Lucent Dreaming Issue 8)

“What’s happening, hi, good morning, good evening, good afternoon, hello,” the android’s hominid voice stopped short as the masked factory worker toggled through the different greetings. He replayed the first few, ‘what’s happening, hi, good morning…’ and eventually settled with hello. He stamped the android with a code, model number, company logo, and expiration date. All androids, under corporation policy,

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A point of light by Helen Jones (Lucent Dreaming Issue 8)

“You comin’?” His co-worker clapped him on the shoulder, standard-issue blue overalls straining against his generous stomach. “No.” He shook his head. “You sure? It’s payday, ain’t it? Don’t you wanna celebrate?” Celebrate what? His meagre pay cheque was gone almost as soon as it landed in his account, no matter how long or hard he worked. All he could

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A change of skin by Mari Ellis Dunning (Lucent Dreaming Issue 8)

Come through. Step over the stream, that’s right. I’ve got no tea to offer, I’m afraid, I don’t drink it anymore. But I can recommend the gooseberries from that bush over there. The juice is so sweet when they’re ripe. Go on, take a handful. We don’t get your sort here often, not this deep into the woods. There was

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Come the Monsters by Jaq Evans (Lucent Dreaming Issue 8)

The first important thing is to go barefoot. That’s what Steph told me, just before we went to the pond outside her parents’ house, our arms full of paints and a rolled-up canvas she stole from god knows where. Not the kind you’d frame later; it was older and thinner than that, already faded to the eggwash yellow of a

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Peppermint by Quentin Brown (Lucent Dreaming Issue 8)

In such a small town, everyone knows everything about everyone else. Their address, their birthday, their mother’s maiden name. You have grown used to living in a town where your skin is peeled away, layer by layer, your soul dissected and presented for inspection to people with nothing to do but exchange secrets behind cattle sheds. Sometimes when walking the

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Come to Me, Child by Lew Furber (Lucent Dreaming Issue 7)

The child has broken the window with an orange. I heard its music from the parlour below. The child has spelled my name with his sharp little stars and hide- bound sun and I need only glance to know it, for the pattern is the same: six long shards encircling something other. That is how I spelled my name under the

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