Saturday, 2 July 2011


Issue 52


Feature Story: The Boatman - Nick Burrill
Vigil - Lawrence Buentello
Echoes - Thomas Dipple
Poker Face - Wesley Dylan Gray
Deadly Reflections - C.L. Raven


Issue 141


The Train by Keith Harvey


The Thing on the Shore
Dungeons & Dragons: Daggerdale
Doctor Who: The Rebel Flesh / The Almost People
Doctor Who: A Good Man Goes To War

Coming to Terms with the End of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower Part II by Ro Smith


An Online Magazine ofLiterary Adventure Fantasy

Enter to win a signed copy of Erin Hoffman's new novel Sword of Fire and Sea, set in the same world as "Sightwolf"
Issue #72 -- June 30, 2011

Also available on Kindle and as Epub, Mobi, or PDF

"Sightwolf," by Erin Hoffman
The silver pool I had found, as things often were in the Other Forest, was still as glass, and impossibly clear. I saw his reflection first. Unlike the mother wolf, and the puppies, he was a wolf here as well as in the waking world. His coat was coal-black and silver-tipped, as the dark fourth pup would surely be when he was grown. You are not supposed to be here, he said. You are not.

"The Moral Education of a Mad Bastard," by Joe L. Murr
I charged off, blind as the proverbial. With the burlap around my head, at any moment I could've tripped on a root or run straight into a tree. I let my instincts take over. The space around me revealed itself to me. I could visualize the forest, each root and fallen tree, all the colors strange and smeared. Weaving through the trunks at full tilt, I believed that I might escape after all.

BCS Audio Fiction Podcasts
The BCS Audio Fiction Podcasts are on a short hiatus. Peruse our past episodes for audio stories by authors such as Rachel Swirsky, Erin Cashier, and Aliette de Bodard until new episodes resume in a month with stories by Marissa Lingen, Kat Howard, and more.

From the Archives:
"Stormchaser, Stormshaper," by Erin Hoffman, from BCS #14
His tone filled her with a strangeness. Some of it was pleasure at his diffident compliment, some of it was fear, and some more elusive tendril buried in the emotion was something unsettling, like watching a shark drift up out of the depths and vanish again. Sternly she told herself that all of this was normal, and Mother wished her to learn from this creature, who certainly would be strange! She would not let fear master her.

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Dark Tales of Lost Civilizations


Edited by: Eric J. Guignard

Publisher: To Be Announced
Release Date: Spring, 2012

Send submissions and questions to:

I am looking for dark tales of Horror, Speculative Fiction, and to a lesser degree Science Fiction, relating to civilizations that are lost, or have been forgotten, or have been rediscovered, or perhaps merely spoken about in great and fearful whispers.

Full Guidelines:

(Many thanks to David J. West for this listing)

Wednesday, 22 June 2011


Due to launch in Jaunary 2012


Comets and Criminals is looking for flash and short fiction up to 5,000 words within the Science Fiction, Adventure, Historical, and Western genres. We’re also looking for Crime and Mystery fiction up to 10,000 words.

Friday, 10 June 2011

Friday, 3 June 2011


Genesis Science Fiction Magazine has long been a project that needed to be undertaken. Black people should have avenues to unapologetically share and showcase their thoughts, dreams, and aspirations. Black Science Fiction Society’s flagship publication will stay true to our goal to create, highlight, celebrate and develop black science fiction, speculative fiction, fantasy & horror. By working together we can accomplish great things.

This inaugural premiere issue of Genesis Science Fiction Magazine has interviews from the likes of Brian Williams, Dawud Osaze Kamau Anyabwile, Tony Cade, Vince White, and Turtel Onli. Also, there are featured stories by Carole McDonnell, Howard Night, Valjeanne Jeffers a discussion by S. Torriano Berry and comic art by Garvoe.



Welcome to “Kunstkammern: Stories of Secrets and Curiosities,” the Summer 2011 Issue of Mirror Dance! In this issue…• Fiction by Sara Cleto, Nicole Votta, David Brookes, Melinda Giordano, and Dora Badger• Poetry by Sylvia Adams, A. J. Huffman, Aubrey Nesbitt, and Robert Shmigelsky


Beneath Ceaseless Skies
An Online Magazine ofLiterary Adventure Fantasy

Enter to win a signed copy of Bradley P. Beaulieu's new novel The Winds of Khalakovo
Issue #70 -- June 2, 2011
Also available on Kindle and as Epub, Mobi, or PDF

"From the Spices of Sanandira, Pt. I," by Bradley P. Beaulieu
All was silence, and Uhammad was alone with the desert and his phial of spice. He held it above his left eye and focused on his strongest memory from their journey. After pulling back his lower eyelid, he tapped some of the powder into it. It burned worse than the bright red peppers he used to flavor his dishes. He felt weightless. Despite his sudden wish to fight its call, it had all too soon taken hold of his entire being.

"The Nine-Tailed Cat," by Michael J. DeLuca
I heft the shovel in my hand. The glint of it doesn't compare. If I sharpened it, maybe. If I flattened it out with a mallet and ran the edge against a stone until it sparked like death-day firecrackers, then it just might outgleam the cat's ruby torque.

Audio Fiction Podcast 061
"Cold Iron and Green Vines," by Wendy N. Wagner, from BCS #69
I crumbled to my knees on the front steps of the church as the hinkypunks closed in on Danny O'Neil. In the twilight of the village square, their bodies were like whirling balls of smoke and light, each one's single foot hopping almost too quickly for me to see. They had brought the smell of the bog with them, thick as sludge and duckweed.

From the Archives:
"And Other Such Delights," by James Lecky, from BCS #42
And what music he created. His sculpted notes and cascading chords--ripped from the heart of ruined, grieving PameMorturas--were sweet and somber, furious and mournful, filled with the longing of unfulfilled lives and stolen years. They spoke of things that once were and now could never be again, of the selfishness and jealousy of those who had wreaked destruction not only upon that poor city but on the future of mankind itself.