Like The Wind

The steppe beneath me speeds by as I become one with the wind. The monk on my back screams with joy. My hooves kick cotton clouds, and fresh air caresses my muzzle. I gallop toward a light in the distance. My tail flows freely. A small dot appears in the middle of the great plain and gradually becomes larger. A colorful, three-storied pagoda comes into view.

“See that, Rlung-rta? That’s our new home,” the monk says, his voice bouncing with excitement. He grabs my mane as we descend. “We’re reclaiming our faith,” he says with a smile, patting my neck.

From Guest Contributor Toshiya Kamei

Toshiya Kamei holds an MFA in Literary Translation from the University of Arkansas. His translations have appeared in venues such as Clarkesworld, The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, and Strange Horizons.

Either Way, You're Likely To Take A Beating

You are walking alone at night. The avenue is poorly lit, with violent shadows cast from the lone street lamp. You look about nervously. You've never been in this part of town before.

That's when you notice a shiny gold coin in the corner of your eye.

As you are about to pick up the token, you see a gnarly old leprechaun jump out of the shadows, wielding a heavy shillelagh and threatening to beat you over the head with it.

Do you:

Stay and pick up the coin (turn to page 47)

Run like hell (turn to page 23)

The Daily Theme from Figment for April 4

You are walking alone at night and notice a trinket on the ground. It's intriguing enough that you stop to take a closer look. You're about to pocket it when something happens that makes you immediately throw the object back down and start to run...