The Created Fiction BY Conor Powers-Smith There was writing on the ribbon, and he tilted his wrist until he could read it. In bold black marker strokes as large as the ribbon would accommodate was spelled, with painstaking care: BOINGO.
Hope and the Void Fiction BY Conor Powers-Smith The starry background was too irregular, the new ships’ camouflage too surreally effective, to let him discern their shapes, but that didn’t matter. Raiders would use any ship they could get their hands on.