The latest fantasy, modern fantasy, sci-fi and slipstream short stories from Silver Blade
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Columns by Kellee Kranendonk: To Fluff or Not to Fluff Figures of Speech Genres Is Your Story Market Ready? Making An Editor Happy Break the Block Part 1 Break the Block Part 2 Break the Block Part 3 Don’t Forget Your Eyeball Warmer Tips NK, or Not Kidding Only God Knows… Spelling Counts When Rules […]
Anyone can write a story. But not anyone can write a good story, a marketable story. So what makes a story good enough to be marketable? That depends a lot on the person reading it. People have different tastes. You might be a baseball fan and not have a clue what hockey’s all about. Me, […]
In this day and age when people text a message such as ‘C U L8R’ to someone next to them or they hold up five o’clock traffic because they refused to pull off the highway to chat on a cell phone (in some places driving and using a hand held device is actually against the […]
It is still told in the Imperial Palace how the twenty-second Emperor flew to the moon in a great lantern and how he returned triumphant on a cloud from the mountains of Paradise itself, laden with flowers and immortal peaches. But for the true story, you must go to the market place, where jade trinkets […]
“Me brother make.” Skal pointed a blunt forefinger at the identification square. “Good as that.” He jerked his brutish head at the other side of the bridge. “You pay penny.”
My attention was out the window, where dark clouds rumbled and rolled with unnatural speed towards us. All of the shades of grey were gorgeous and I loved to watch the way they swirled against each other.
“This is stupid,” Akasha muttered, kicking a rock down the dirt path leading into the graveyard. She shifted the two heavy books, almost big enough to be called tomes, from one arm to the other. “‘It’s time you learned to control your Talent,’” she said in a high-pitched mockery of her teacher, Sachetan. “‘You can’t […]
“Where’s the best hunting around here?” Big Bill cocked his head to bring his good ear to bear on the conversation going on at pump number one. The pump was only fifteen feet away from his rocker on the front porch of the family service station, but the young hunter on the far side of […]
Gershon drained his mug and waited a few seconds before speaking. “Both packages were sent by a very attractive woman. I was told to deliver the packages to the goblin named Sanibel who worked at the Black Toad Tavern.”