Issue 52
Fiction
Feature Story: The Boatman - Nick Burrill
Vigil - Lawrence Buentello
Echoes - Thomas Dipple
Poker Face - Wesley Dylan Gray
Deadly Reflections - C.L. Raven
Saturday, 2 July 2011
DARK FIRE: UPDATE
Feature Story: The Boatman - Nick Burrill
Vigil - Lawrence Buentello
Echoes - Thomas Dipple
Poker Face - Wesley Dylan Gray
Deadly Reflections - C.L. Raven
HUB: UPDATE
Issue 141
Fiction
The Train by Keith Harvey
Reviews
The Thing on the Shore
Dungeons & Dragons: Daggerdale
Doctor Who: The Rebel Flesh / The Almost People
Doctor Who: A Good Man Goes To War
Feature
Coming to Terms with the End of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower Part II by Ro Smith
http://www.hubfiction.com/Dungeons & Dragons: Daggerdale
Doctor Who: The Rebel Flesh / The Almost People
Doctor Who: A Good Man Goes To War
Feature
Coming to Terms with the End of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower Part II by Ro Smith
BENEATH CEASELESS SKIES: UPDATE
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
Issue #72 -- June 30, 2011
"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 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.
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.
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
Anthology:
"DARK TALES OF LOST CIVILIZATIONS"
Edited by: Eric J. Guignard
Edited by: Eric J. Guignard
Publisher: To Be Announced
Release Date: Spring, 2012
Release Date: Spring, 2012
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
COMETS AND CRIMINALS
Due to launch in Jaunary 2012
FICTION GUIDELINES
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.
Full guidelines: http://www.cometsandcriminals.com/?page_id=36
Saturday, 11 June 2011
Friday, 10 June 2011
INNSMOUTH FREE PRESS: UPDATE
Innsmouth Free Press Issue 7
Cool Mist W.H. Pugmire
A Tour of the Catacombs Stephen Woodworth
On The Generation of Insects Byron Alexander Campbell
Nyarlathotep Don Webb
Black Sand Regina Glei
Every Little Sparrow Melissa Sorensten
Friday, 3 June 2011
GENESIS ISSUE 1
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.
IT’S FINALLY HERE! GENESIS SCIENCE FICTION MAGAZINE (DIGITAL EDITION) ON SALE AVAILABLE NOW $4.99 PLEASE SHARE THIS IF YOU LIKE SCIFI
MIRROR DANCE: UPDATE
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: UPDATE
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
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.
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.
"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.
EVERYDAY FICTION: UPDATE
Every Day Fiction is a magazine that specializes in bringing you fine fiction in bite-size doses. Every day, we publish a new short story of 1000 words or fewer that can be read during your lunch hour, on transit, or even over breakfast.
Feel free to browse around the site, check out our archives, or even sign up to receive a short story in your inbox... every day!
RAY GUN REVIVAL: UPDATE
Ray Gun Revival (RGR) publishes four original short stories each month of up to 4,000 words each. RGR also features compelling book reviews, occasional movie reviews, our own columns related to the genre, and, as always, some of the best cover art in the business by artists from all over the world.
Monday, 23 May 2011
BENEATH CEASELESS SKIES: UPDATE
Beneath Ceaseless Skies
An Online Magazine of Literary Adventure Fantasy
Issue #69 -- May 19, 2011
"Letters of Fire," by Margaret Ronald
Marten hesitated. This life in the Wrights' Division, ground under the heel of the Bull's soldiery, or the pyre... but he was a coward, and the books, the books.... He sagged and took Gerda's hand, nodding. Just till I can escape.
An Online Magazine of Literary Adventure Fantasy
Issue #69 -- May 19, 2011
"Letters of Fire," by Margaret Ronald
Marten hesitated. This life in the Wrights' Division, ground under the heel of the Bull's soldiery, or the pyre... but he was a coward, and the books, the books.... He sagged and took Gerda's hand, nodding. Just till I can escape.
"Cold Iron and Green Vines," by Wendy N. Wagner
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.
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.
Audio Fiction Podcast 060
"The Finest Spectacle Anywhere," by Genevieve Valentine, from BCS #68
I was a plant in the crowd to drum up excitement. Boss stayed in the tent all show and gasped during the finale when Elena "fell" and only caught herself by one foot in the very last second. I could hardly keep from laughing at the rubes that panicked and then applauded three times as loud as they would have if it had all been perfect. Elena and the others had Boss's copper bones--what could happen to them that couldn't be mended?
World Fantasy Award nominations end May 31. Here's how to nominate, and some of our best-reviewed stories of 2010. Thank you for your consideration.
From the Archives:
"More Full of Weeping Than You Can Understand," by Rosamund Hodge, from BCS #53 and Audio Fiction Podcast 047
For the first few years, she only passed information, while the reports of faery incursions began to grow. Then--when they went to London for Violet’s introduction into society--three things happened. The faeries turned the Prime Minister’s fingers into twigs and his eyes into acorns. Papa died. And Thomas discovered what she was.
"The Finest Spectacle Anywhere," by Genevieve Valentine, from BCS #68
I was a plant in the crowd to drum up excitement. Boss stayed in the tent all show and gasped during the finale when Elena "fell" and only caught herself by one foot in the very last second. I could hardly keep from laughing at the rubes that panicked and then applauded three times as loud as they would have if it had all been perfect. Elena and the others had Boss's copper bones--what could happen to them that couldn't be mended?
World Fantasy Award nominations end May 31. Here's how to nominate, and some of our best-reviewed stories of 2010. Thank you for your consideration.
From the Archives:
"More Full of Weeping Than You Can Understand," by Rosamund Hodge, from BCS #53 and Audio Fiction Podcast 047
For the first few years, she only passed information, while the reports of faery incursions began to grow. Then--when they went to London for Violet’s introduction into society--three things happened. The faeries turned the Prime Minister’s fingers into twigs and his eyes into acorns. Papa died. And Thomas discovered what she was.
HUB: UPDATE
Issue 140Fiction
Warts and All by Mark Morris
Reviews and Features
Feature
Interview: Steve Niles with Richard Whittaker
Reviews
The Cypress House
The Good Fairies of New York
Doctor Who: The Curse of the Black Spot
Doctor Who: The Doctor's Wife
Reviews and Features
Feature
Interview: Steve Niles with Richard Whittaker
Reviews
The Cypress House
The Good Fairies of New York
Doctor Who: The Curse of the Black Spot
Doctor Who: The Doctor's Wife
Monday, 16 May 2011
Absent Willow Review: Update
Glass Walls by Brad N. Phelps
Bentley-22 by Paul Anderson
Photograph by Jason Dextradeur
A Pearl from the Sea by Teresa Spano Bradley
The Salesman by Michael Freeman
Rhonda’s Choice by Fox Mc Geever
At the End of the Corridor by J.S. Watts
The Shell of Knowing by Douglas Wynne
Blinded by Cynthia D. Witherspoon
Schrodinger’s Cat by David M. Smith
The Wolf and Red by Pam Jessen
Bentley-22 by Paul Anderson
Photograph by Jason Dextradeur
A Pearl from the Sea by Teresa Spano Bradley
The Salesman by Michael Freeman
Rhonda’s Choice by Fox Mc Geever
At the End of the Corridor by J.S. Watts
The Shell of Knowing by Douglas Wynne
Blinded by Cynthia D. Witherspoon
Schrodinger’s Cat by David M. Smith
The Wolf and Red by Pam Jessen
Thursday, 5 May 2011
BENEATH CEASELESS SKIES: UPDATE
Beneath Ceaseless Skies
An Online Magazine ofLiterary Adventure Fantasy
Enter to win a signed copy of Genevieve Valentine's new novel Mechanique
An Online Magazine ofLiterary Adventure Fantasy
Enter to win a signed copy of Genevieve Valentine's new novel Mechanique
Issue #68 -- May 5, 2011
"The Finest Spectacle Anywhere," by Genevieve Valentine
I was a plant in the crowd to drum up excitement. Boss stayed in the tent all show and gasped during the finale when Elena "fell" and only caught herself by one foot in the very last second. I could hardly keep from laughing at the rubes that panicked and then applauded three times as loud as they would have if it had all been perfect. Elena and the others had Boss's copper bones--what could happen to them that couldn't be mended?
"The Finest Spectacle Anywhere," by Genevieve Valentine
I was a plant in the crowd to drum up excitement. Boss stayed in the tent all show and gasped during the finale when Elena "fell" and only caught herself by one foot in the very last second. I could hardly keep from laughing at the rubes that panicked and then applauded three times as loud as they would have if it had all been perfect. Elena and the others had Boss's copper bones--what could happen to them that couldn't be mended?
"Buzzard's Final Bow," by Jason S. Ridler
They ran through the tumbles and bumps, grips and leaps, Buzzard tossing and turning with Razor as she barely noticed, thrashing about to make it look real. And as they tussled on the ground, Buzzard snaking his python choke around Razor’s mighty furred neck, he spied the balcony. All the children were leaning over, pointing and laughing, ignoring Lady Astra, who smiled and nodded, then shoved Konrad hard through the stone rail--
They ran through the tumbles and bumps, grips and leaps, Buzzard tossing and turning with Razor as she barely noticed, thrashing about to make it look real. And as they tussled on the ground, Buzzard snaking his python choke around Razor’s mighty furred neck, he spied the balcony. All the children were leaning over, pointing and laughing, ignoring Lady Astra, who smiled and nodded, then shoved Konrad hard through the stone rail--
Audio Fiction Podcast 059
"The Fairy Gaol," by Heather Fawcett, from BCS #66
I do not want his scrutiny now, with the cool blade of the dagger pressing against my thigh. On the nearest dance path, a woman laughs as a fat prince covers her ears and throat with wet kisses. I feign interest as he spins her across the path, through the starlight that pours into the atrium. Unbidden, I picture our last dance together, on a night so similar and so different.
From the Archives:
"Waiting for Number Five," by Tom Crosshill, from BCS #40 and Audio Fiction Podcast 036
He'd called her excellent! Four's heart soared, and she sped up to keep pace with the music's racing beat. Oh, let them watch. Let them ooh and aah, them with their foul stinking breath. Even when sweat rolled down their noses and fell to her platform in large blobs, splashing so she had to jump out of the way, she never flinched. Let Master see how strong she was.
"The Fairy Gaol," by Heather Fawcett, from BCS #66
I do not want his scrutiny now, with the cool blade of the dagger pressing against my thigh. On the nearest dance path, a woman laughs as a fat prince covers her ears and throat with wet kisses. I feign interest as he spins her across the path, through the starlight that pours into the atrium. Unbidden, I picture our last dance together, on a night so similar and so different.
From the Archives:
"Waiting for Number Five," by Tom Crosshill, from BCS #40 and Audio Fiction Podcast 036
He'd called her excellent! Four's heart soared, and she sped up to keep pace with the music's racing beat. Oh, let them watch. Let them ooh and aah, them with their foul stinking breath. Even when sweat rolled down their noses and fell to her platform in large blobs, splashing so she had to jump out of the way, she never flinched. Let Master see how strong she was.
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
AN ELECTRIC TRAGEDY: UPDATE
Issue 1 May 2011
Mr. Universe - John Paolicelli
The Destruction of Paradise - Joseph Farley
The Farm - Melissa Colbeth
The Devil’s In The Details - Christian A. Larsen
Home - Marc Shapiro
A Matter of Time - Lawrence Buentello
Flawed - Stefan Milicevic
On The Other Side of the Mirror - James Lecky
The Human Beings - Keith G. Laufenberg
The Destruction of Paradise - Joseph Farley
The Farm - Melissa Colbeth
The Devil’s In The Details - Christian A. Larsen
Home - Marc Shapiro
A Matter of Time - Lawrence Buentello
Flawed - Stefan Milicevic
On The Other Side of the Mirror - James Lecky
The Human Beings - Keith G. Laufenberg
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
DARK FIRE: UPDATE
Issue 51
Fiction
Feature Story: Today is a Bad Day - Luke Walker
Butcher Bob - Chris Castle
A Nun's Tale - Pete McArdle
The Shackled Tome - K.A. Opperman
Garden of Shrunken Heads - Crowerd Robinson
Feature Story: Today is a Bad Day - Luke Walker
Butcher Bob - Chris Castle
A Nun's Tale - Pete McArdle
The Shackled Tome - K.A. Opperman
Garden of Shrunken Heads - Crowerd Robinson
HUB: UPDATE
Issue 139
Fiction
All your needs and wishes by Steven Ellis
Reviews
Rivers of London
Sucker Punch
Doctor Who: The Day of the Moon
Feature
Interview: Matt Frank with Richard Whittaker
All your needs and wishes by Steven Ellis
Reviews
Rivers of London
Sucker Punch
Doctor Who: The Day of the Moon
Feature
Interview: Matt Frank with Richard Whittaker
Onirismes
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).
Fiction
The Prophet's Daughters by Michael J. DeLuca
A Map of the World on the Shell of a Snail, by Lavie Tidhar
She in Ashes, by Claude Mamier
Friday, 22 April 2011
AN ELECTRIC TRAGEDY
Issue 1 due 1st May 2011
General
This is a Speculative Fiction webzine, hence all work must contain some element of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, etc
This is a Speculative Fiction webzine, hence all work must contain some element of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, etc
We are looking to purchase First Rights only
Reprints not accepted
No simultaneous submissions
So much has been done in the genre, try and push the limits as far as you can. In fact, erase the limits.
Cliches are fine if you can do something to keep them interesting
Violence, sex and language are ok if they add to the plot, but we don't want anything for shock value only
When submitting work, please state if we may archive it in The Vault
Cliches are fine if you can do something to keep them interesting
Violence, sex and language are ok if they add to the plot, but we don't want anything for shock value only
When submitting work, please state if we may archive it in The Vault
As we are designed for emerging writers, we feel it acceptable to offer comments on work we accept or deny. If you would like your work considered exactly as sent and do not wish for suggestions to change it in any manner, please let us know when submitting. Furthermore, if you would like to respond to any of our comments please do so. We want to work with you to improve both your work and ours.
Stories
1,000 - 10,000 words
Longer works will be considered for serialization. Please inquire before sending anything over 10,000 words.
1,000 - 10,000 words
Longer works will be considered for serialization. Please inquire before sending anything over 10,000 words.
Flash Fiction and Prose Poems
Up to 1,000 words
Please specify if you would like the work considered Flash or Prose
Up to 1,000 words
Please specify if you would like the work considered Flash or Prose
Flash Fiction will be published under stories in the May issue, we will have a seperate Flash page online for June
Prose Poems will be published under poetryLine Poetry
Prose Poems will be published under poetryLine Poetry
No hard limit on length
All formats and styles accepted
Payment At the time we are only able to offer token payment, $3 per story and $1 for flash fiction and poerty. All payments are made through PayPal. We hope to increase pay rates as the site develops a reading base.Submit up to five stories/poems at a time. Response time will always be within a week. All submissions should be sent via email, attached in doc. pages. or rtf. format to...nathan(AT)anelectrictragedy.com
Thursday, 21 April 2011
BENEATH CEASELESS SKIES: UPDATE
Beneath Ceaseless Skies
An Online Magazine ofLiterary Adventure Fantasy
Enter to win signed copies of Marie Brennan's novels Warrior and Witch
Issue #67 -- Apr. 21, 2011
Featuring cover art by Tina Marie Lane
An Online Magazine ofLiterary Adventure Fantasy
Enter to win signed copies of Marie Brennan's novels Warrior and Witch
Issue #67 -- Apr. 21, 2011
Featuring cover art by Tina Marie Lane
"Dancing the Warrior, Pt. II," by Marie Brennan
Anger gave Sen cold focus, but it made Leksen crazy. She sidestepped his first wild blow and got in a solid kidney punch that made him howl; he grabbed her arm and slugged her in the stomach. Sen snarled that away and clawed his face, leaving bloody furrows down his cheek. It wasn't a Dance of any kind, but she didn't care. It was her sacrifice to the Warrior. Either he was going down, or she was.
Anger gave Sen cold focus, but it made Leksen crazy. She sidestepped his first wild blow and got in a solid kidney punch that made him howl; he grabbed her arm and slugged her in the stomach. Sen snarled that away and clawed his face, leaving bloody furrows down his cheek. It wasn't a Dance of any kind, but she didn't care. It was her sacrifice to the Warrior. Either he was going down, or she was.
"Memories of Her," by Greg Linklater
I take one stone hand in the other and unscrew it. Inside my hollow wrist is a padded pocket. A mantis scuttles out, tethered to me by a chain as fine as hair but stronger than anything I could name. It scurries up my arm, across my cheek, and props on the tip of my nose. “Time now,” it clicks. “You go.”
I take one stone hand in the other and unscrew it. Inside my hollow wrist is a padded pocket. A mantis scuttles out, tethered to me by a chain as fine as hair but stronger than anything I could name. It scurries up my arm, across my cheek, and props on the tip of my nose. “Time now,” it clicks. “You go.”
Audio Fiction Podcast 058
"Love, Resurrected," by Cat Rambo, from BCS #65
This half-life dragged at her. She felt weary all the time, a chilled-bone sluggishness of motion that belied the quickness of her thoughts. It was not painful to breathe, but it was tiring, and she began to eschew it when alone and unworried about frightening the living.
From the Archives:
"The Bone House," by James Lecky, from BCS #20 and Audio Fiction Podcast 018
I like to carve. I like to sculpt. But the ironwood trees in the forest shatter even the finest blades. Father says that the war has changed them, that the magic of the battlemages has infected the land, and I have no cause to doubt him--he has been my educator and my window on the world. Bone is easier to shape.
"Love, Resurrected," by Cat Rambo, from BCS #65
This half-life dragged at her. She felt weary all the time, a chilled-bone sluggishness of motion that belied the quickness of her thoughts. It was not painful to breathe, but it was tiring, and she began to eschew it when alone and unworried about frightening the living.
From the Archives:
"The Bone House," by James Lecky, from BCS #20 and Audio Fiction Podcast 018
I like to carve. I like to sculpt. But the ironwood trees in the forest shatter even the finest blades. Father says that the war has changed them, that the magic of the battlemages has infected the land, and I have no cause to doubt him--he has been my educator and my window on the world. Bone is easier to shape.
HUB: UPDATE
Fiction
Cycloparalleladrine by Saxon Bullock
Reviews
Soulless
The Empathy Effect
The Hammer
Cycloparalleladrine by Saxon Bullock
Reviews
Soulless
The Empathy Effect
The Hammer
Feature
Coming to Terms with the End of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower Part I by Ro Smith
Coming to Terms with the End of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower Part I by Ro Smith
ABSENT WILLOW REVIEW: UPDATE
April 2011
Through the Church Window - by Steven Avila
As Martha Waits - Edward Turner III
Abigail - James C. Bassett
Emergence - A.J. Faust
Caught in a Trap - Terry Light
Lonestar - John Richard Albers
Desolation Dreaming - Sean A. Lusher
Wildman - Richard Marsden
Touch of Death - BV Lawson
From the Field - Nick Medina
Human Resources - Gregg Chapman
LACUNA: UPDATE
Lacuna
A Journal of Historical Fiction
A Journal of Historical Fiction
Issue 4
Reviews
A Penny Always Has Two Sides by Steffie Steinke
Day of Revenge by Deanna Poach
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
HUB: UPDATE
ISSUE 136
Fiction
The Walker by Adam Christopher
Reviews and Features
Reviews and Features
Feature
Interview: James O’Barr
Reviews
The Age of Odin
Nekropolis
Castle Ravenloft / Wrath of Ashardalon
Interview: James O’Barr
Reviews
The Age of Odin
Nekropolis
Castle Ravenloft / Wrath of Ashardalon
ABSENT WILLOW REVIEW: UPDATE
March 2011
Michael Moorcock Interviewed
Fiction
Kevin Pinkham... Gnawing at the Root
Richard Beland... Enki
Joe Jablonski... Digital Embrace
Naomi Bergner... Something to be said for a little drama
S.G Rogers... Falling Upwards
Sylvia Hiven... All That Was Left
Chris Stevens... Aira
Oscar Connell... Letters to Chelsea
AJ Brown... Mickie's Stars
CB Iovas... The Cursed Man
Steven Avila... The Bridge
Shannon Marcello... Pins and Needles
Friday, 11 March 2011
BENEATH CEASELESS SKIES: UPDATE
Beneath Ceaseless Skies
An Online Magazine ofLiterary Adventure Fantasy
Issues available in the Amazon Kindle Store
An Online Magazine ofLiterary Adventure Fantasy
Issues available in the Amazon Kindle Store
"Breathing Sunshine," by Garth Upshaw
"You're one of the lucky ones. We could put a mask on you, keep the particles out for a few days. You'd turn back into what you were before." I moved closer to the fort and took another reading. The needle hovered over yellow. My tongue felt as dry as sand.
"You're one of the lucky ones. We could put a mask on you, keep the particles out for a few days. You'd turn back into what you were before." I moved closer to the fort and took another reading. The needle hovered over yellow. My tongue felt as dry as sand.
"Mr Morrow Becomes Acquainted with the Delicate Art of Squid Keeping," by Geoffrey Maloney
They couldn't be serious, Morrow thought, could not possibly be...but then the Major allowed the squid to slip from his fingers and into his mouth. Miss Twickenham stifled a horrified gasp. Morrow's heart quickened its beating. Surely, there had been some sleight of hand in the Major's actions. What he had witnessed was impossible, and he wondered just how strongly the professor’s tobacco had been tinctured with laudanum.
Audio Fiction Podcast 055
"The Ghost of Shinoda Forest," by Richard Parks, from BCS #63
Whether I was drunk or sober, Princess Teiko haunted my dreams. I had always assumed, if I drank enough that one day this would no longer be true, but there had been fifteen years of drinking after we parted, plus two more after her death, and now my optimism was quite exhausted. As this foolish hope had been all that I had to fight her with, there was nothing left for me to do tonight except the only sensible thing--I surrendered.
From the Archives:
"Six Seeds," by Sara M. Harvey, from BCS #27
Dollies were the chore of my life: winding them, mending gears, and keeping good care of their pricier parts which pleasured the men.
"The Ghost of Shinoda Forest," by Richard Parks, from BCS #63
Whether I was drunk or sober, Princess Teiko haunted my dreams. I had always assumed, if I drank enough that one day this would no longer be true, but there had been fifteen years of drinking after we parted, plus two more after her death, and now my optimism was quite exhausted. As this foolish hope had been all that I had to fight her with, there was nothing left for me to do tonight except the only sensible thing--I surrendered.
From the Archives:
"Six Seeds," by Sara M. Harvey, from BCS #27
Dollies were the chore of my life: winding them, mending gears, and keeping good care of their pricier parts which pleasured the men.
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
ABSENT WILLOW REVIEW: UPDATE
We are very excited to announce that we are now accepting entries for the Absent Willow Reviews' 2nd Annual Short Story Contest!
First Prize: $150.00
Second Prize: $75.00
Third prize: $25.00
Plus Honorable Mentions
First, Second, Third, and selected Honorable Mention winning stories will be published in future issues of the Absent Willow Review
Entries must be received by June 30, 2011.
Details and submission forms can be found by visiting the website or our contest page at : http://absentwillowreview.com/contest
Sunday, 6 March 2011
ARCANE
Arcane publishes the best horror and weird fiction quarterly in print and for ereaders. The first issue is scheduled to be released spring 2011.
Arcane is a fiction magazine concentrating on weird horror, the supernatural and the fantastic. Imagine if all of the “cool kids” from the original Weird Tales — H.P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, Clarke Ashton Smith, etc. — has been writing continuously from that day until this; what would they be producing? We prefer story lengths from 1,000 words up to 6,000 words but will consider longer – just realize that a long story will have to be better than the two or three shorter stories it would replace.
The biggest plus a story can have is voice. Let us know that you’re comfortable with the English language — in fact, that it’ll sit up and bark like a dog for you.
http://www.arcanemagazine.com/
http://www.arcanemagazine.com/
Saturday, 5 March 2011
DARKFIRE: UPDATE
Issue 50
Fiction
Feature Story: Storm Chase - D. Nathan Hilliard
The Bones of Winter - Chris Castle
Dark Legacy - Curt Jeffreys
'Til Death Us Do Part - C.L. Raven
Two O'Clock on a Thursday - Luke Walker
Plus:
Editorial - The Editor speaks...
Review - JournalStone's Warped Words for Twisted Minds, edited by Christopher C. Payne
Review - JournalStone's Warped Words for Twisted Minds, edited by Christopher C. Payne
Thursday, 3 March 2011
Friday, 25 February 2011
BENEATH CEASELESS SKIES: UPDATE
Beneath Ceaseless Skies
An Online Magazine ofLiterary Adventure Fantasy
Issues available in the Amazon Kindle Store
Issue #63 -- Feb. 24, 2011
"The Ghost of Shinoda Forest," by Richard Parks
Whether I was drunk or sober, Princess Teiko haunted my dreams. I had always assumed, if I drank enough that one day this would no longer be true, but there had been fifteen years of drinking after we parted, plus two more after her death, and now my optimism was quite exhausted. As this foolish hope had been all that I had to fight her with, there was nothing left for me to do tonight except the only sensible thing--I surrendered.
An Online Magazine ofLiterary Adventure Fantasy
Issues available in the Amazon Kindle Store
Issue #63 -- Feb. 24, 2011
"The Ghost of Shinoda Forest," by Richard Parks
Whether I was drunk or sober, Princess Teiko haunted my dreams. I had always assumed, if I drank enough that one day this would no longer be true, but there had been fifteen years of drinking after we parted, plus two more after her death, and now my optimism was quite exhausted. As this foolish hope had been all that I had to fight her with, there was nothing left for me to do tonight except the only sensible thing--I surrendered.
"Dirt Witch," by Eljay Daly
The house was bigger on the inside, as Dorota expected from a witch. What she didn't expect, in the flickering candlelight, was the filth. Spiderwebs, of course, in the corners, in the grimy chandelier, festooned with crumbling bits of insects trapped, dismembered, neglected. The floor might have been red, might have been stone; the thick black grease of it gripped the soles of Dorota's boots as she inched through debris down the long corridor. The walls might have been red, too, red wallpaper dancing with bouquets of slime and countless handprints.
"Silent, Still, and Cold," by Kris Dikeman, from BCS #62
A group of officers cluster below the mark on the wall. One balances an inkpot, another copies the symbol onto parchment, a third notes its location on a map of the city. Near where they stand there is a patch of bloody ice splashed against the stones next to an odd-shaped bundle of rags, the buckles of a Legionnaire's uniform winking out at us. We stare, and the officer with the map waves us away.
From the Archives:
"Lady of the Ghost Willow," by Richard Parks, from BCS #53
I had little talent for poetry, but my instruction in the classic metaphors was probably no less extensive than Akio's. The poem was both an entreaty and a question; that much was clear. But what was the answer? One who might be able to tell me was beyond speech now and might be for some time, if not forever.
Monday, 21 February 2011
HUB: UPDATE
Issue 135
Fiction
The Twelfth Day by Ro Smith
Reviews and Features
Reviews
The Way of Kings
Black Swan / Never Let Me Go
Reviews
The Way of Kings
Black Swan / Never Let Me Go
Feature
Being Original by Lee Harris
Being Original by Lee Harris
Friday, 18 February 2011
BENEATH CEASELESS SKIES: UPDATE
Beneath Ceaseless Skies
An Online Magazine ofLiterary Adventure Fantasy
Issues now available in the Amazon Kindle Store
Issue #62 -- Feb. 10, 2011
An Online Magazine ofLiterary Adventure Fantasy
Issues now available in the Amazon Kindle Store
Issue #62 -- Feb. 10, 2011
"Silent, Cold, and Still ," by Kris Dikeman
A group of officers cluster below the mark on the wall. One balances an inkpot, another copies the symbol onto parchment, a third notes its location on a map of the city. Near where they stand there is a patch of bloody ice splashed against the stones next to an odd-shaped bundle of rags, the buckles of a Legionnaire's uniform winking out at us. We stare, and the officer with the map waves us away.
"The Adventures of Ernst, Who Began a Man, Became a Cyclops, and Finished a Hero," by Jesse Bullington
Ernst fumbled with the new sword at his side, but it had some ivory-inlaid clasp keeping it in place and he screamed in terror, at which point the medium muttered something and all the lights went out. Ernst freed the sword and swatted in the dark with it, backing against a wall, which was when he felt the itchy spider hairs rub against his throat.
Audio Fiction Podcast 053
"Mamafield ," by Corie Ralston, from BCS #61
I finally scent Leaver at far edge of mamafield, past where my roots have ever dug. I don't feel safe so far outcircle, but he's traveled alone for years. He's been so far outside we wouldn't even scent his death. And that's what he deserves.
From the Archives:
"As Below, So Above," by Ferrett Steinmetz, from BCS #56
Son squeezed billows of black ink around the ship to mask his approach, remembering what Two-Father had told him: Always curl your tentacles around the front, never in the back where the whirling tail-blades lie. Never rest your tips on the deck, lest they chop off the ends of your sensing-limbs. And should you brush against a long, thin tube of metal, draw away quickly before it squirts fire.
"Mamafield ," by Corie Ralston, from BCS #61
I finally scent Leaver at far edge of mamafield, past where my roots have ever dug. I don't feel safe so far outcircle, but he's traveled alone for years. He's been so far outside we wouldn't even scent his death. And that's what he deserves.
From the Archives:
"As Below, So Above," by Ferrett Steinmetz, from BCS #56
Son squeezed billows of black ink around the ship to mask his approach, remembering what Two-Father had told him: Always curl your tentacles around the front, never in the back where the whirling tail-blades lie. Never rest your tips on the deck, lest they chop off the ends of your sensing-limbs. And should you brush against a long, thin tube of metal, draw away quickly before it squirts fire.
HUB: UPDATE
Issue 134Fiction
The Progeny by Mark Morris
Feature
Interview: Antony Johnston
Reviews
The Sentinel Mage
The Devil’s Plague
Conflicts
http://www.hubfiction.com/
ABSENT WILLOW REVIEW: UPDATE
The First Sign of Aggression
by Elizabeth Green
The Probability Machine
by Arthur M. Doweyko
The Blood of God
by A.J French
Long Lost Love
by James Beaton
The Perfect Aunt Gift by Peggy McFarland
The Long Way Home by Michael W. Garza
Maybe What We Need Are More Trolls Under The Bridge by B.E Scully
Town by Tim Matlack
Bacchante by R. Christophe Ryber
A Taste of the Grave by Ben Nardolilli
DAILY SCIENCE FICTION: UPDATE
"Science Fiction" means—to us—everything found in the science fiction section of a bookstore, or at a science fiction convention, or amongst the winners of the Hugo awards given by the World Science Fiction Society. This includes the genres of science fiction (or sci-fi), fantasy, slipstream, alternative history, and even stories with lighter speculative elements. We hope you enjoy the broad range that SF has to offer.
EVERYDAY FICTION: UPDATE
Every Day Fiction is a magazine that specializes in bringing you fine fiction in bite-size doses. Every day, we publish a new short story of 1000 words or fewer that can be read during your lunch hour, on transit, or even over breakfast.
SHORT STORY ME: UPDATE
Daily short stories from various genres.
We like hard genre fiction. That means crime, detective, fantasy, horror, mystery and science fiction. Some people call "Literary" a separate kind of short story, but it's not. Genre fiction today can be just as literary as any fiction in the way it develops characters, spotlights the human condition and is told with elegant style.
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
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