Ada Oberman
sci-fantasy writer & designer
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Janette took a seat at the end of the make-shift bed. The sheets were tattered, and the pillows were flat.…
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Alex’s fingers tapped the counter. She could hear the gasping “tell me more” from the table behind her all the…
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The warm, humid air stuck to my skin. I slicked my long, frizzed hair back into a ponytail. Slapping a…
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Janette watched her parents place lilies over the rectangular gravestone. Her feet swayed back and forth while she hummed a…
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The darkening horizon rolled over the plains of Concordia. The chilled breeze nipped at Vishnear’s black skin while the purple…
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It’s on the left side of my desk, precariously perched between a neglected in/out stacking file system and a black,…
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It was a dream Jun told herself. A twisting tree of keys rose from the cracked, near black ground into…
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The artifact stood before her. It was round yet sharp with cut wires reaching out for unknown places around the…