Sunny Moraine’s short fiction has appeared in Tor.com, Strange Horizons, Nightmare, Lightspeed, and multiple Year’s Best anthologies, among other places. They are also responsible for the Root Code and Casting the Bones trilogies and their debut short fiction collection Singing With All My Skin and Bone is available from Undertow Publications. In addition to time spent authoring, Sunny is a doctoral candidate in sociology and a sometime college instructor. They unfortunately live just outside Washington, DC, in a creepy house with two cats and a very long-suffering husband.

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Sunny Moraine has the following works available at Clarkesworld:

In the Blind

FICTION by Sunny Moraine in Issue 131 – August 2017

Space is an eye that never sees, an ear that never hears, a mouth that never speaks. Her third sleep period in orbit, Nic woke up to the phrase rattling around in her brain, whispering into the spaces between and within and around her skull. Flitting like a moth and always fluttering out of the […]

A Heap of Broken Images

REPRINT FICTION by Sunny Moraine in Issue 116 – May 2016

“Odette nodded at my notebook, where I was writing as she spoke. ‘Do the people in America really want to read this? People tell me to write these things down, but it's written inside of me. I almost hope for the day when I can forget.’ ” ―Philip Gourevitch, We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow […]

I Tell Thee All, I Can No More

FICTION by Sunny Moraine in Issue 82 – July 2013

Here’s what you’re going to do. It’s almost like a script you can follow. You don’t have to think too much about it. Just let it in. Let it watch you at night. Tell it everything it wants to know. These are the things it wants, and you’ll let it have those things to keep […]

Iron Ladies, Iron Tigers

FICTION by Sunny Moraine in Issue 70 – July 2012

Ping. Vita. Wake up. Spinning through the dark, I hear and feel CERA’s alert both at once, a sound that is a vibration like a plucked string between my sealed eyes. I shift in the padded transit cocoon. I move hands that barely feel like mine, and I feel wires pulling the jacks in my […]
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