Graphics by Sheila Perez and Te
Every once a while, you just have to cut the bullshit, and this story is an excellent way to do it. Methos on the road, and a beautifully ruthless glimpse into what makes the oldest man tick.
What does it mean to be the oldest man?
What does it mean to love him?
short-short that I'll always love.
Maybe it's the deft touch it takes
to build a world in under three
thousand words, or the
raw emotional punch you can
only achieve from the quickest
Maybe it's the way it separates
This story made me *feel*.
Like an orgasm from a knife.
Does everyone have a First Slash
I suspect a lot of us do. Well, a
Well, anyway. Anna. Anna. Anna.
I never knew fiction could *be* like
I never knew what I'd been
I was, of course, never the same.
Starting with spending the next
2 :: Set
4 :: Set
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