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What Halloween Means to Me

Photos by Joanna Malinowska and Neven Krcmarek - remix by Carola Cox Letter from the editor – What Halloween Means to Me by Jean Asselin Sometimes the stars align. When we accepted a story with the word Halloween in the title—now the cover story for our 13th issue, no less!—we just knew that life, the universe, [...]

2023-10-31T13:25:06-05:00October 31st, 2023|Editorials, Issue #13, Non-Fiction|0 Comments

On Revising

The morning slog through a max of 300 words of a first draft. Ploughing a rocky field with a Neolithic ploughshare, stopping every foot or so to pry up a boulder and roll it over to the growing drystone field wall.

2023-11-01T22:01:53-05:00October 29th, 2023|Blog|0 Comments

The Night is Halloween, Madeleine

Madeleine stalks through the streets of London, her net transmitting a careful stream of instructions, left here and right now. The voice of her AI is Bowie, his proper Britishness soothing, with a hint of the devilry she’d heard in her Thomm’s voice, so many years ago she’d forgotten.

2023-10-29T17:07:41-05:00October 29th, 2023|Fiction, Issue #13, Stories|0 Comments

How to Say Goodbye

“We’re close to departure, ma’am.” How easy it would be to hide my emotional anxiety behind protocol and procedure, to blame the intellectual rigor of exploration for my emotional detachment. From the trees that line the field’s edge, the whirligigs screech and hoot. They crowd the branches below their nests and skitter in the light of our transport vehicles. The fleet of shuttles blaze like a star cluster in the twilight. The throbbing hum from the propulsion systems has set the gigs on edge.

2023-10-31T16:47:49-05:00October 29th, 2023|Fiction, Issue #13, Stories|0 Comments

We Turn Out Okay

I woke, curled and alone on a rumbling dark bus, remembering someone I’d done my best to forget. Remembering the Other Me. It had been a long, cold day. A double-socks, leggings-under-jeans kind of day. You couldn’t stay outside more than a few minutes without feeling like you’d lose some extremity or patch of skin to the cold. I was running away from home.

2023-10-29T17:07:29-05:00October 29th, 2023|Fiction, Issue #13, Stories|0 Comments

Wish You Were Here

There are snowmen in the desert. Two lines of them, in fact, flanking the bandstand and continuing behind it, although I can’t make out how many linger back there. I doubt the world of Berrion has seen many snowmen in its time. It’s hot as hell here even at the high latitude of the northern continent. The land at the equator? Intolerable for humans.

2023-10-31T16:55:12-05:00October 29th, 2023|Fiction, Issue #13, Stories|0 Comments

Visualizing Reality

A woman. Warmth. Love. Just out of reach. The back of my neck. Itching. Burning. A sudden change—the ground shifting beneath my feet, catapulting up, up, up. Clawing at my neck. Searing. An inferno. Slipping backward, falling, tumbling. The woman, her hand outstretched. Too late. Too far. Gone. I yell out her name. Darkness. “Richie? Richie, wake up!”

2023-11-01T11:00:06-05:00October 29th, 2023|Fiction, Issue #13, Stories|0 Comments
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