Issue 36 Stories

Whisper My Name to the Stars

Whisper My Name to the Stars

A space jockey’s life can be pretty hectic, especially since the Oporians arrived. They took some getting used to – with their two heads, six eyes, and all – but...

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The Cleansing of Sever Town

The Cleansing of Sever Town

“You gon’ to bet, girl, or sit there like a toadstool?” The gaoler was already drunk, and pissy about his luck.

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The Last Living Detective

The Last Living Detective

Occasionally I’d pass a down on his luck vampire or demon peering hungrily from the shadows of a dark alleyway but none would dare venture into the sunlight. Being dead seriously limits your dining options.

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Matryoshka

Matryoshka

“Calm yourself, child. All things happen as they must,” spoke the old woman in soft, reassuring tones. “The future cannot be shaped, only embraced once your heart is calm and your thoughts clear.”

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Iridescence

Iridescence

Their metallic blue wings caught the light, flashing neon sparks high between the mud-yellow buildings, but in the fog, they were pale blue-grey ghosts, an almost-seen presence haunting the edges of perception.

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The Dynasty of Lilith, the Righteous and Unmerciful

The Dynasty of Lilith, the Righteous and Unmerciful

The Antareans descended upon us without warning. They made no demands, brokered no terms of surrender. Theirs was an extermination, not an act of war.

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Issue 36 Poems

The Robots: A Narrative Scifaiku

The Robots: A Narrative Scifaiku

guardian spirits formed of clay— golems

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ISO

ISO

Misery loves company, dining in elegant restaurants, and long walks on the beach, silvery in moonlight.

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To Croon Softly as We Eat

To Croon Softly as We Eat

In the moon’s shadow, find the mortar and pestle, the rabbit getaway. The house is the poison.

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The Beanstalk That Laid the Golden Eggs

The Beanstalk That Laid the Golden Eggs

Around the stalk a village grew. Despite the perils from falling debris, A steady trade in magic beans developed

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Anteroom Gathering

Anteroom Gathering

Long silent, the grandfather clock awakes to strike a full twelve bells at midnight.

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Caveat Emptor

Caveat Emptor

The walls of the house are bleeding today; I’d better call the exorcist again.

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Coyote Yodel

Coyote Yodel

Now, out here where the prairies brush against the sky, When moonlight strokes the sagebrush-covered hill, Coyotes raise their voices in their ancient cry

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