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Sunday, 29 November 2009
Friday, 27 November 2009
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The Webzine of Science Fiction and Fantasy
From The Skin Of The Lamb By Gary Budgen
A war long past had erased centuries of technological progress. The naked man Esther found in the ruined church brought some of it back -- but at a terrible cost.
Be Then What You Be By Ann Hasseler De Carrasco
Scamper's new stepmother had a problem: the woman became a small white dog whenever Scamper was around. She claimed that Scamper was a witch...and Scamper's father believed it.
Blood, Bears, and Canvas By P. F. White
A two-fisted -- well, two-pawed -- tale set in the dark and dirty world of underground interspecies boxing.
Special Effects By Chris Sharp
Christian Hodges was looking for something different to do with his family. What could be more different than the conjuring of a ghost on the beach?
Playing God By Ilan Herman
One minute, Jack had been walking through the park. The next, he was on board a spacecraft, and his host -- or captors -- had a rather unusual job for him to do.
Tithonus Redux By Richard Tornello
It all started when Artie took pity on the cat -- the very large, apparently blind cat -- that had parked itself in the middle of the road. The whole 'three wishes' thing came later.
A.F.T. Inc. By Erin Fanning
Jake was already the star of his high school football team, but the stranger had promised him a shot at the big time. Of course, there was a price to be paid -- in advance.
Blow-Up By Dave Weaver
Eric Payne had been a good employee for Primus Disposal -- right up until the moment when he ran screaming out of the teleportation feed room and tried to cut his wrists.
Imagine Getting Away... By Joseph Thompson
Esau was in a rut, arranging travel for other people, but never traveling himself. Realizing how deep that rut was would change his life.
Ethelbert By Thomas G. Vincent
Prince Ethelbert was something of a disappointment to his father the King. King Felder thought the boy needed to be a strong and skilled warrior to lead the kingdom; Ethelbert had other ideas.
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
CLARKESWORLD
Issue 38
Fiction
The Mermaids Singing Each to Each by Cat Rambo
by Jason K. Chapman
Non-Fiction
by Jason S. Ridler
by Roger Moraga
Monday, 23 November 2009
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ISSUE 104
FICTION: A Little Respect by Colin Harvey
FICTION: A Little Respect by Colin Harvey
REVIEWS:
Angel of Death by J Robert King
Slights by Kaaron Warren
Moxyland by Lauren Beukes
Nekropolis by Tim Waggoner
Book of Secrets by Chris Roberson
Kell’s Legend by Andy Remic
Winter Song by Colin Harvey
Triumff: Her Majesty's Hero by Dan Abnett
Slights by Kaaron Warren
Moxyland by Lauren Beukes
Nekropolis by Tim Waggoner
Book of Secrets by Chris Roberson
Kell’s Legend by Andy Remic
Winter Song by Colin Harvey
Triumff: Her Majesty's Hero by Dan Abnett
Sunday, 22 November 2009
GUD (GREATEST UNCOMMON DENOMINATOR)
Literary & Genre FictionIssue 4 :: Spring 2009
Issue 4 begins with the end of the world and moves on from there. From the unromantically magical take on Ragnarøk in the lead story "Unbound" to the curious history of squid in "A Man of Kiri Maru", this issue is steeped in mythos, making use of the old familiar tales and some new ones, mixing cosmologies from around the world--and from other worlds as well.
But the focus, be it of prose, poetry, or art, is always on the human--on the clashes between imagination and reality, on choices and redemption, on what the Other can tell us about ourselves. And like any GUD magazine, this one's eclectic; browse around between the covers and you're sure to come upon some things you'll like, whether you're a genre junkie or a generalist. We hope you'll find some beauty, something uncommon, and that, for just a moment, the angle of the light will seem a little bit different.
Saturday, 21 November 2009
INTERZONE
The UK's premier science fiction and fantasy magazine.Here We Are, Falling Through Shadows by Jason Sanford
Miker drove our fire engine through the dark neighborhood, the red emergency lights flash-synching to the deep bass of the rumbler siren. Parked cars and flower gardens and mailboxes flashed by, illuminated for seconds before sliding back to night. We used to turn the siren off on quiet streets like these to avoid disturbing the peaceful, sleeping taxpayers. Not anymore. Now we wanted everyone to know there were still those who braved the darkness.
Miker drove our fire engine through the dark neighborhood, the red emergency lights flash-synching to the deep bass of the rumbler siren. Parked cars and flower gardens and mailboxes flashed by, illuminated for seconds before sliding back to night. We used to turn the siren off on quiet streets like these to avoid disturbing the peaceful, sleeping taxpayers. Not anymore. Now we wanted everyone to know there were still those who braved the darkness.
By Starlight by Rebecca J. Payne
I stood on the centre of the deck, wood creaking beneath my feet. I could feel the faint pulse of the ship through the worn-down soles of my boots. Slowly, I tethered a length of rope to the wheel to set our dawn course and, breathing on my fingers for warmth, watched the silvery mainsail as it billowed above, glowing bright against the night sky. Summer nights were too short, and just as cold as winter once you sailed high enough. On our starboard side long wisps of white rose up as our bow cut through a ridge of cloud; tendrils of vapour curled their way around our hull, countless drops of water illuminated by the light of our sails. For a second I allowed my tired eyes to close, and I could still see pale ghosts of them, dancing against the darkness.
I stood on the centre of the deck, wood creaking beneath my feet. I could feel the faint pulse of the ship through the worn-down soles of my boots. Slowly, I tethered a length of rope to the wheel to set our dawn course and, breathing on my fingers for warmth, watched the silvery mainsail as it billowed above, glowing bright against the night sky. Summer nights were too short, and just as cold as winter once you sailed high enough. On our starboard side long wisps of white rose up as our bow cut through a ridge of cloud; tendrils of vapour curled their way around our hull, countless drops of water illuminated by the light of our sails. For a second I allowed my tired eyes to close, and I could still see pale ghosts of them, dancing against the darkness.
The Killing Streets by Colin Harvey
The earth is rich in textures and smells. It hurtles by, your clawed hands scrabbling at earth, stones and tree roots, your prey’s odours hooked into your nostrils, pulling you along with fragrant fingers of meat and blood and ordure. Upwards you go and the too-bright sky burns your eyes and your victims’ screams scour your eardrums, but it doesn’t matter, for your killing bite crunches bone and the hot sweet taste of blood fills your mouth. You spit out the foul cotton and polyester wrapping and as your grasping bite clamps onto the corpse so that you can pull your victim into the hole you erupted from, its head lolls over and you know with a shock of recognition who it belongs to –
Funny Pages by Lavie Tidhar
Midnight. An empty rooftop over Tel Aviv. Lights winking from the seafront promenade. The air warm, scented. Solar panels like dark mirrors facing the night. A tenant’s abandoned barbeque pit, two folding beach chairs, a cigarette stub. He picks it up, smells it, a moue of distaste. Fresh, only recently extinguished. He wears the goggles, starlight turns everything into unreal day. Scans the roof. A figure glides down through the air, silently, behind him, and he turns.
Bone Island by Shannon Page & Jay Lake
It’s not what you think. The chalk-white hills give our place its name, rising cleanly from the cold blue water of the bight. Not anything more nefarious or other-worldly. That’s what we tell the tourists, anyway. Hiding in plain sight.
It’s not what you think. The chalk-white hills give our place its name, rising cleanly from the cold blue water of the bight. Not anything more nefarious or other-worldly. That’s what we tell the tourists, anyway. Hiding in plain sight.
Thursday, 19 November 2009
THE LORELEI SIGNAL
The Lorelei Signal is an award-winning web based magazine dedicated to featuring strong female characters in Fantasy short stories.Beyond Caledonia - Matthew C. Plourde
Flash Fiction
Bird Woman - Kyle Hemmings
The Bird Woman takes care of those birds who are lost and hurt - and even lost souls.
Glass Slipper - JM Prescott
Once upon a blah, blah, blah. The most famous fairy tale ever retold about party girls, gossip, baked goods and shoes.
Hubble and the Dragon Gnawing at the Base of the Tree of Knowledge - Robert E Porter
Poetry
Magic, Midnight and Mischief - Mari Mitchell
Who needs a happy ending made by marrying a prince, when you can make your own magic
The Welcome Indifference of Cool Marble - Deborah Walker
Poetry
When Opposites Attack - Rececca Nazar
Will Witch Nettle and Tomas, an unlikely love match, find lasting contentment together? Possibly . . . it makes for a sticky situation.
Perils of Laundry - Abby Rustad
When Bathsheba's vampire fiance accidentally ruins all her laundry by trying to "help", she doesn't panic (too much). But when she finds out that her wedding dress has been ruined in a different fiasco, she needs a way to fix it, and fast. The ceremony is tomorrow--how's a respectable banshee supposed to get married if she has nothing to wear?
The Secret Shaman - Selena Thomason
Fear of failure caused her to withdraw from the world - will the plight of another shaman be enough for The Secret Shaman to finally learn from her mistake and move past it?
Seeds of Healing - JR Tomlin
Three seeds - will they be enough to heal a land desperate for healing? Will they be enough to heal the scars burned into the soul of the young woman sent to retrieve them?
http://www.loreleisignal.com/
IDEOMANCER
Ideomancer - The finest digital window on speculative fiction.I Don't Exist Without You by Erica Satifka
"Melanie knew--knows--what this means. Either some richy was looking for a maid, or some richy was looking for a prostitute. Either way, Melanie was looking at some new hardware."
Exit Wounds by Stacy Sinclair
"Cases involving loved ones were not, under any circumstances, to be taken on by the intimate party. Too bad Morrison had always insisted on being the exception to every rule. "
Miles Blows His Last by Jason L. Corner
"On September 12, 1991, Miles Davis opened up the closet in his Santa Monica home and found Louis Armstrong, who had been dead for some years, glowering and pointing an accusing finger at him."
Poetry by Ian Creasey, David Kopaska-Merkel, Danny Adams
http://www.ideomancer.com/
LACUNA
Lacuna is a biannual e-journal of historical fiction and alternate history. Our mission is to bring you well-researched, well-written, character-driven fiction and poetry that demonstrates an understanding of both history and human nature.
MUSIC FOR ANOTHER WORLD: THE ANTHOLOGY
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Music For Another World: the Anthology
The anthology will be a collection of science fiction and fantasy stories on the theme of music.
Music: intangible, emotional, mathematical, universal, tribal, disposable, ethereal, profitable. Music is increasingly dominated by the machines we have built, yet remains as mysterious as the first pipe made from bone. Music is part of us, yet somehow is outside us; or is greater than us; or is a threat to our morals. Music is simply noise...Music For Another World is an anthology of stories on what music means to us and what it does to us, how we shape and it, and how it might shape us.Scheduled for the summer. Keep your ears open…
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