Seven journeys across time, space, and the imagination.
Journeys, space travel, time travel, quests, spaces in between, portals…
In this second volume in the Far, Far Away series, we’ve gathered together the words of seven authors who’ve had the courage to explore the furthest reaches of reality.
Slip between the layers of space and time to discover what lives in the pockets. Find love in the most unexpected of ways and watch it thrive across the tapestry of history. March with the soldiers of a forgotten kingdom as they travel on foot and question the value of life and the hereafter. Then meet the gods and journey with them to correct the timeline of the mortal realm.
In this collection, you’ll get stuck in a time loop you won’t want to leave, experience the revival of an impossible connection between man and machine, and meet the aliens who will make portal-hopping possible in the near future.
So pack your bags for an epic journey and enjoy the trip… From Here to There
Included in the Anthology:
“Embedding” by Elana Gomel
It was easy to portal hop to the Harajuku Crevasse, Natalia had told
her. The real one, not the shit-ass digital diorama where she and Noa killed
time. You hopped until you got to Atlanta. Then you hopped Atlanta to Nairobi,
Nairobi to Neo Toronto, Neo Toronto back to Atlanta. “Why back?” Noa had asked.
Natalia had smiled. Natalia liked when Noa said something she thought was
stupid. The second hop was to the secure Atlanta sub-terminal, which you could
only get to from Neo Toronto. From there you could hop a portal to Hokkaido.
Hokkaido was the only place where the portal networks of the Greater Pacific
Republic and the poisoned rest of the world touched. From there you took a
transit portal to Harajuku Station and slid down to the Crevasse. Easy.
Noa’s avatar swiped a pair of
neon leggings. They broke into a splash of symbols, rolling cats and hearts –
the leggings had been successfully added to her basket. “Sounds intense,” she
said. “Sounds hard, I mean.” At fifteen she didn’t have a lot to compare to,
but it seemed harder than laying around a mouldy farm house, finding ways to
make her life go by faster, which was all that she knew. She was a few years
too young to remember the invasion.
Natalia frowned. You could barely
see her actual person past her sunglasses, her platinum odango, and her
swirling green and pink dress like cotton candy being spun, but she was there
and she was frowning. “You don’t want to come visit me here?”
“I do, it just doesn’t seem
feasible, is all.” The digital crowd was thick. She had heard that the real
Crevasse was a lot shallower, and not nearly as long – the Others’ beam had hit
it at an oblique angle. “Sides, this one’s better.”
“This one’s fake as shit. Didn’t
expect you to be fake too.”
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