Thursday, 30 September 2010


"The Guilt Child," by Margaret Ronald
Carla caught her breath as the shape came clear: a face of pipes and fittings and gears, its eyes glowing faintly with the sheen of werglass. The mouth was only an expressionless line of cable, but when the voice spoke again there was no question whose it was. "Who is she?"

"Invitation of the Queen," by Therese Arkenberg
I demanded the return of Tahileh. She was mine, and had been working for Leuhovesen instead for far too long. I thought of the cries I heard the night before when I slept beneath the attic, but I refrained from saying anything, which given Leuhovesen’s temper that day was probably wise.

Audio Fiction Podcast 045
"Winecask Bellies and Owl Wings," by Liz Coleman, from BCS #50
So I made a horse. I made bones of iron and a mane of silk. Tendons of rubber from the king's caravans. I gave it a belly made from a wine vat. Around this I wrapped a skin of black and brown velvet--brindled bars such as no horse had, but that would make a cage to contain its life. I would ride this horse to freedom, away from my prison to the wastes where I’d fly with my sisters on owl wings.

From the Archives:
"The Tinyman and Caroline," by Sarah L. Edwards, from BCS #17
It came to Jabey that Sloan’d never looked at these glasses in proper light; what if they were just a cheap shiny? But the sudden sharp panic receded as he pulled them from his pocket and unwrapped the linen. They were indeed a tiny pair of opera glasses, with a simplicity and a heft about them that suggested expense.

Wednesday, 22 September 2010


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Recent authors have included Colin Harvey, Cat Rambo, Melissa Mead, Ree Young and Debs Walker.
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Thursday, 16 September 2010


Kathy Watness – Crossroads
Morgen Knight – The Best He Could Give
Valerie Geary – All That Was Left
Rebecca Roland – The Leaving is Joyful
Paul Demopoulos – For Peanuts
Thomas Cowan – Mr Mao’s Meat World
Allison C. Meier – The Rat King
J.B Ronan – A Piece of Home
Donovan Hall – The Dying of the Light
Ryan Neil Falcone – Adrift
James W. Morris – The Fools
Philip Roberts – Words in the Dirt

Wednesday, 15 September 2010


Onirismes is a bilingual webzine (English - French), dedicated to publishing short fiction and poetry that belong in the fields of speculative and fantastic literature (Fantasy, Science fiction, and all kinds of interstitial experiments).

Word limit: Between 2000 and 4000 words for short stories. We have no fixed rule for poetry, just don't send us the Iliad.

Thursday, 9 September 2010


Issue 3

by Megan Arkenberg

by Aidan Doyle

by Jeremy C. Shipp


Issue 51
"Two by Zero"
by Garth Upshaw

Katherine's hands found the button at the throat of her dress, and she unstrung the tiny loop that kept it fastened. I gazed at her milk-white skin and swallowed. Katherine laughed. Her fingers flew down the front of her dress like birds, shedding waves of fabric with every motion. She stepped out of the pile of material at her feet and stood naked before me.

"The Swallow and the Sea"
by E. Catherine Tobler
'Twas Abigail who answered, standing some way across the deck. It sounded like the entire crew took a collective breath at the sight of her. Water streamed from her now ill-fitting gown. It seemed as though she was coming apart, becoming water as she crossed to us. Through corset and skirt, it drenched her.

Audio Fiction Podcast 044
"And Blow Them at the Moon," by Marie Brennan, from
BCS #50
A church grim like Magrat could taste death, scent it on the air, feel it in the marrow of her bones. Every mortal carried a little bit; death was always a possibility, from accident or disease. But sometimes the possibility grew stronger, closer, when a man stood at a fork in the road, then chose the path that led toward peril.

From the Archives:
"Kreisler's Automata," by Matthew David Surridge, from BCS #10
The Prodigy scampered forward at once and sat before the pipe organ’s keyboards. Kreisler was with him. Together they began to play, calling the automata back to their city. Just as we had planned. And I, I ran after the Clockwork King, driven, as ever, by the thought of Olympia. For I had more that I would know.

Wednesday, 8 September 2010


Issue 128
The Traveller by Stephen Ellis
Why You Should Read Clive Barker
Dante's Journey
Human Centipede (First Sequence)

Wednesday, 1 September 2010


Original science fiction and fantasy emailed to you every weekday

An Adventure in the Antiquities Trade
by Jeff Hecht

The flimsy blue paper was faded, its edges rough where a dull paper cutter had slit the seals. I had carefully unfolded it and slid it into a plastic sheet protector before Mr. James arrived to examine it. I served him English Afternoon tea and settled him in a gently aged leather armchair in the office of my antique document shop before I placed the letter before him.


Issue 127

Murderess Lane by Louise Morgan

Halting State
And Another Thing

Interview: Guy Davis with Richard Whittaker