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A woman tended her home and garden, and followed the common customs of the time in the common way, yet she found herself gazing more and more at the uncommon walls of thick old stone surrounding the land of the old woman right beside her. Surely, they held something marvelous, but she didn’t dare approach the small, formidable figure swathed in black which sometimes in the early morning came out of the woods, tended to mysterious business within those walls, and then with the setting sun walked back into the woods.

Well. When she was back in those woods, how was she to know who was peering over her wall?

But deep in those wild woods, in a wide glen encircled by a fence of woven branches hung with feathers, bones, knotted roots, and stones, in the center of the glen, in her dwelling, the eaves and windows hung with things swaying and clacking as with a breeze… the old woman knew.

July 29, 2018, Science Fiction, “Where the Gods Went”, by J. Drake

‘Above us hangs no heaven,
Below us boils no hell,
The Gods they dwell within us,
Where devils swarm as well’.
Blackwolf sat for a moment in the empty conference room. O’Malley had said the planet was where the Gods went, and every devil in hell. All he had to do was bring back fuel from that death-trap and induce seven cut-throats to help save the captors hauling them in to judicial death while keeping an eye on a possibly insane first mate who would pilot an ancient rust-bucket of a fueler, guide them through nightmare land, and why did she always have to have the expertise that forced him to order her to the front line?

July 22, 2018, Science News and Information

Epigenetics is the new dogma of genetic research. If there’s a gene involved with a disease, or a genetic variant associated with a particular trait, you can bet there is some epigenetic mechanism also contributing to that disease or trait. Our environmental exposures have a major say in the epigenetic control of our genes.

We present a related article from Undark Magazine: Uncertain Inheritance: Epigenetics and the Poisoning of Michigan

June 25, 2018, Myths, Legends, and Fairy Tales: “Hima” by Sam Muller

Hima barely noticed the dwarf.

She saw him now and then at dinner, crouched by Mother’s chair. He looked at no one and no one looked at him.

He was a fixture, like old furniture.

Had there been more than one dwarf, once? At first she wasn’t interested enough to ask.

Later she was too frightened.

May 30, 2018, Fantasy: “Cat and Mouse” by L.C Brown

So I’m out front of Jaxon’s, down in the French Quarter, singing for my supper. For some fool-headed reason he lets this old cat sit on his doorstep and wail on her trumpet, just like in the old days, even though both of us could get taken for it.

So I’m singing for my supper. Me an’ my trumpet, making the magic them tourists wanna hear. They don’t want no sad songs no more. They want happy tunes these days, blues that sounds more like yellows and greens. So I give it to ’em, and they give me a couple credits, and we all walk away happy.

But not today. Today, the Silence finally finds me.

April 23, 2018, Myths, Legends, and Fairy Tales: “The Witching Hour” by Ekpeki Oghenechovwe Donald I stood balanced at the top of the oldest palm tree, the one that grew at the south end of the village. I was in my element — pitch black night. This was my dawn. The murmurs of glowing spirits mixed with the chitter of living insects. The hoot of an owl reminded me there was work to be done, battles to be fought — silent, undeclared, but raging all the same. And old Mama Ishaka was on the other side of them. With a sigh, I leapt from the tree, fell free, and caught one of the power lines that led to a human spirit. The link was strong. The call of this spirit sang the music of its soul to me. It called me back home.

March 22, 2018, Fantasy: “Liqeni i Zi” by Corey Mallonee Ela and Ismail spent evenings huddled around a crackling radio, listening to news of the invaders, men who had drilled into their own skulls and grafted bronze masks to their faces. Of hungry bullets etched with curling script, which burrowed through flesh to the heart. Often, in those days, Ela would sit on the bare stony shore of the lake and look out at the ruined temple, columns like broken bones guarding an altar of black stone where the village ancestors had sacrificed sheep and goats and sometimes men. Where, she was told, men would waken the gods.

In this video interview, Shane Thomas chats with the talented David Gray about his short story Watchers. They explores the future of social media as a data collection tool and its impact on law enforcement, opine on helicopter parenting, and ponder the attention span of tomorrow’s youth.

Beginning Feb. 28, 2018, Literature and Media: Anybody Can Write a Novel, by Joseph Blake Parker

“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There’s no way around these two things that I’m aware of, no shortcut.”

―Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

Anybody Can Write a Novel, is a guide to teach one style of writing a novel, as well as a tool for beginning and intermediate writers alike to learn to dissect and analyze the elements of a good story. It is the collection of writing techniques that I have learned through the years, my experiences with them, and an account of my success/failure with each. It is designed to give guidance to those who are lost in the process and need some direction, as well as to give other authors various ideas that they might not have considered before.

For writing advice and inspiration — this guide will be published in regular weekly sections. The introduction is now up.

Feb 21, 2018: Science: Interview with 3-D Nebulae Artist Teun van der Zalm

We at Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores recently had a chance to sit down with artist Teun van der Zalm and chat with him about his work. Teun uses mathematical modeling and computer rendering to create stunning, 3-D images and videos of nebulae. His work can be seen in art galleries across the globe and the videos he creates have been used in short films and other visual media in the last few years. His work is both exquisite and inspiring and we are excited to be featuring some of his work over the coming weeks, starting with the first of his Nebulae Short Films

Video Feb 21, 2018: Science, “Nebulae Short Films, Series One: Interstellar Clouds“, directed and designed by Teun van der Zalm Music by Xavi Mendoza

An experiment to visualize what lies beyond the edge of the Observable Universe…

“A cloud that veils one of nature’s secret places. This is a stellar nursery, a place where stars are born. They condense by gravity from gas and dust until their temperatures become so high that they begin to shine. Such clouds mark the births of stars…” – Carl Sagan, Cosmos: A Personal Voyage, Episode 1: The Shores of the Cosmic Ocean

We suggest viewing this video in high quality and full screen for the best in inter-nebulae trips.

Please see the related Interview with Teun van der Zalm

Feb 14, 2018: Science Fiction, “Got Time?”, by Lee Rutty

If his lawyer hadn’t gotten so creative with his contracts, Guy would have had something more to do than sit in his cheap apartment and play Doom.

On the evening he prepared to beat his personal best he ignored the knock on the door, and ignored it again, but on the third knock the Doom tingle evaporated and Guy opened the door to find himself standing there. Looking quite good too.

Alternate Guy had an explanation, and a Plan. And he thought it would all be very simple and easy…

Jan. 28, 2018: Young People of All Ages: “Olaf and Lars“, by Kevin Lauderdale

Olaf was Lars’ ice bear, and Lars was Olaf’s person. They were a team.

Olaf was intelligent and skilled. When he danced around a sword or walked a tightrope it was as much a performance as that given by any human acrobat.

But he would perform only for Lars. Sure, the King might be there —- a thousand people might be there -— but anything Olaf did, he did for Lars alone.

So they were on their way to perform before the King, But just now they were looking at the chimney smoke rising over the hill. They might soon be at the castle, but meanwhile they wouldn’t mind spending the night with a roof over their heads.

Jan 22, 2018: Artist interviews , “Interview with a Space Artist”

Planetrix interviews Swedish concept artist and illustrator, Gabriel B Stiernstrom, about tools, techniques, and easiest and hardest parts of the work he does.

Along the way we get to see some of the beautiful and powerful images Gabriel creates.

Jan 14, 2018: Eldritch , “Ice”, by Diana Silver

Dutch language version translated by Ashley Cowles

It was on the Ice and in the Storm that I crossed paths with Edmund Hawkings.

Had I known how much he’d give up for my sake, I wouldn’t have tried to kill him.

Happy New Year’s to All

Here’s hoping 2018 will be a really good year

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Dec 28, 2017: Fantasy , “Revolution Days“, by Gary Kloster

Xin believed that on Revolution Day, she would kneel in the courtyard of Prosperity House and feel the razor’s touch.

Instead, a black car brought her and Scholar Tan to Smiling House, home of the Honest Guard. Men with white uniforms and black clubs escorted them into the towering building where the enemies of the Path were interrogated, judged, and executed.

On a hard wooden bench in a bare grey room, Xin waited. She served the Common Path. She had nothing to fear. But when she was called into the room, when she saw the man, the thing, tied to the table, she wished they had left her to the clean emptiness of her meditations, to her silent slavery.

Lead Illustration: James Zapata thumbnail this page: Fran Eisemann

Dec 15, 2017: Science Fiction, “Watchers”, by David A. Gray

Around Husker, the Eyrie was hushed, the night shift expectant.

Junior members listened closely to the banter between Husker and Murphy — they were the only two of the shift with the skillsets needed to Flask, to ride the input tide of millions of minds and datastreams measured in zettabytes, take in the street-level physical inputs of the smooth as silk flask body, and not end up with an electrical storm for a brain.

Illustrations by Giovanni Palumbo and Maciej Rebisz Background by Daniel Fleites

Nov 29, 2017: Young People of all Ages, “The Moon Fox”, by Amy Fontaine

The little fox showed up after a big shooting star streaked across the sky. He couldn’t remember who he was. But he knew he wanted to run, to glow, to leap through the air. But he also wanted to please all those very strange people, and they didn’t want him doing any of those things

Nov 20, 2017: Science News and Information, The Size-Luminosity Relationship in Extra-Galactic Astronomy, by Alex Drozd

An article on the curious case of the density range shared by all modern-day elliptical galaxies. Some physical process we don’t understand is driving all elliptical galaxies to evolve towards a certain common density. Is this an attribute of galaxy structures themselves, or a consequence of an undiscovered physical law? The size-luminosity relationship is a mystery – evidence of a major trend that astronomers never would have expected. Alex Drozd explores the phenomenon.

Nov. 14, 2017,A Trip to 3rd and Starlight: An Interview with the Editor

We interviewed Robert B. Finegold, M.D., AKA Dr. Bob, the editor of 3rd and Starlight, an anthology of new voices in science fiction and fantasy. He is our assistant editor for the Myths, Legends, and Fairy Tales department. In emails I address him as Doc, but secretly I think of him as First Lensman Finegold. His kickstarter for this year’s Starlight Anthology – 3^rd and Starlight — has started today. The Starlight Anthologies provide wider audiences for edgy new voices in science fiction and fantasy. All authors are winners, finalists, or semifinalists in the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Contest. They have published in Asimov’s, Intergalactic Medicine Show, and Galaxy’s Edge, among others, been nominated for Hugo, Campbell, and the Sir Julius Vogel awards, and/or are winners of the Aurealis and the Jim Baen Short Story contest award.

∼ Happy Hallowe’en ∼

to All!

October 31, 2017, Myths, Legends, & Fairy Tales, “In a Field of Bone-Bonnets”, by Aimee Picchi

The old witch climbed into bed, drew her quilt to her chin, and spoke. The hut settled on its haunches, listening. “I know in my bones my end is near. You have served me well, with more care than I would ever have imagined. But you are a magicked thing. You need a witch’s power to remain alive. I’ve used the last of mine to grant you three days to find a new witch.”

Then softly she mumbled some last advice.

October 18, 2017, Eldritch , “Bolaji Has a Heart“,, by Osahon Ize-Iyamu

When Bolaji’s husband died, people cast her aside as if she were dead, like she didn’t exist anymore without her man, that dead woman. But lots were drawn and it was her turn at the night job, and with it, all the things unseen in the dark, the loneliness of the task, the tales of Masquerades and demons, marauders and spearrangs that had a little too much fun spinning up people’s insides. There were people that took their turn and came back different, never came back, died in strange ways. Who taught them to fear the night? Who taught them this darkness was evil, sinister, a hand trying to bind them? Why did the fear persist? She stood, shoulders high and back tense, eyes alert. And when everyone was shut in for the night, when it was pitch black, she set out.

September 30, 2017, Young People of All Ages, “The Noisy World Before the Doors“,, by Melion Traverse

If you were a dog,

if you were in a cage waiting for someone to take you,

to take you out the Good Door and home with them,

if you could change your size and shape and color to please them,

of course someone would pick you right away —

wouldn’t they?

September 26, 2017, Eldritch, “The Sandwich Shack“,, by Patrick Hurley

Most of the Windy City’s secret places are gone now. But every once in a great while at summer twilight, when soft lamps have filled the tree-lined streets with a faint silver glow, you may happen to find Brady’s Sandwich Shack. Your smartphone will lose its signal. Attempting to document the retro interior on Instagram causes the app to crash. Twitter and Foursquare will be unable to triangulate your location, and reviews on Yelp mysteriously refuse to upload.

Don’t panic. Relax. Enjoy the blues. Savor the smell and order some food. If you’re with someone, enjoy each other’s company… …you never know who may drop in.

August 28, 2017, Eldritch, “The Glanconer”,, by LJ McLeod

It was too wild, all jagged rocks and sun-bleached driftwood. But it suited me, this beach and this night, a night one could believe in monsters….

Just as the last of the sun disappeared I saw him. He emerged from the grey waves dripping wet and perfect. His hair was black as sin and his pale skin shone like the moon. His body was slender and his face all strange angles, but he was heartbreakingly beautiful. My Irish grandma had told me the old stories and I could see the danger — but his fathomless black eyes fastened on me, ensnared me.

August 24, 2017, Fantasy, “What Fools These Immortals Be “, by Evan Dicken

I’d only glamoured him so I could get a better look, maybe ask a few questions, but when I looked back the man was dead. Riding a storm down from the snowline, cloaked in swirls of wind-driven ice, I went to find his family, to explain, to help. But when I found her sitting next to the embers of a dying fire, she was cursing the storm, the unseasonable cold, the dying crops.

She was cursing me.

August 18, 2017, Science Fiction, “The Icy Breath of Enceladus”, by Liam Hogan

The stars are hard diamonds against a jet black sky and yet still it snows — not from clouds: in the near vacuum there are none — from the geyser two klicks away, the ice crystals sent high above the crusted surface of Enceladus. The falls are heavier now that the geyser is getting closer. Much closer. Two hundred kilos of ice crystals and water vapour every second

The one thing we never expected, we didn’t plan for, when we established our base at a ‘safe’ distance.

July 21, 2017, Young People of All Ages, “Tree with Chalicotheres”, by Vicki Saunders

Magda practically lived in the tree, and she wouldn’t leave it to the mercy of Harris and his chain saw, in spite of Carla and her pizza bribes, policemen, firemen, dire threats from Child Services, rain, hunger… and that beast from the Paleolithic.

July 8, 2017, Young People of All Ages, “The Stork and the Crone“, by Barbara A. Barnett

What was this woman doing disturbing Deifilia’s nest on the belfry? Offering frogs and asking for a baby for her daughter!? Hah! From the looks of the old crone she probably wanted the infant for some unsavory purpose. Perhaps to boil into a stew.

No deliveries for her. Deifilia was sure of that.

June 24, 2017, Fantasy, “Conspiracy in Theory and Practice”, by Mike Reeves-McMillan

The dignified woman in gray and the little man in loud tweed were both in Lincolnsville about the goblin reports. To her they were marsh gas and poppycock. To him they were certain proof of his theories. And he had plenty of theories.

The battle lines were clear, but the outcome was not.

June 7, 2017, Science Fiction, “Mistress Molly and Krell”. by Jared VanDyke

Scout Krell hadn’t expected to crash land on her first mission. But then she hadn’t expected a pack of frenzied humans to stuff her infiltration pod with beer and stumble off into the woods with it. To get it back before she froze in the snow would require psionic contact with these primitives who reeked like spawning pits and perceived an interstellar pod as a beverage locker.

The sooner it was over, the better. But then, she hadn’t counted on Mistress Molly.

May 31, 2017, Eldritch “The Undine & Pain’s Brother“. by Lucia Iglesias

The Undine is a pain-artist In the perpetual dusk that haunts the caverns, she strains the shadows for prey, seeking her next masterpiece. The stranger who sweeps from the shadows, his smile pale and puckered as a scar, his breath spiced with smoked marrow and charred bones, offers her a spoilt city to paint in pain, on one small condition,

May 28, 2017, Fantasy “Souls of Dinosaurs“. by Alexandra Balasa

Iulian has hunted this soul for eight years, eight long and painful years. It is a horror dredged up from his nightmares to hear it so close. . But Iulian is the Empire’s bloodhound, and tonight he must take back that soul.

April 28, 2017, Science Fiction “Defender of the People” by Bojan Ratković

Nemesis bragged about his hacks – cash machines spitting out currency, CEOs donating money with no recollection of doing so, government ministries leaking data. And now the cy-brain hack that drove Henry Muross to jump to his death from the roof of his own skyscraper had electrified protesters to the point of revolt.

It was a blow to the Special Taskforce. People were saying Nemesis had supporters in police and government. The Taskforce was turned over to Marcel. But who was Marcel? And who was Nemesis?

April 26, 2017, Science Fiction “Weatherbuns” by Diana Hauer

“Rudolph, is that you?” bellowed the old man. The wind was starting to pick up again, blowing his baker’s apron behind him. Sandra could see the code of her Autumn Day shredding under the power of the storm. The bubble of calm was shrinking fast.

“I hoped I’d be the one to bring you down, lunatic. Now here you are, in my bakery.” Weatherman Fawkes laughed and strode forward, unconcerned as the clouds closed in on him. “And it’s not even my birthday!”

March 29, 2017, Fantasy “Sweeter Than Lead” by Benjamin C. Kinney

She stood atop the wall and stared at the shifting black towers of the Nameless City, as if this time she might spot the shadows of its bygone masters. She flexed her toes against the rampart’s top, the basalt as cold and solid as ever. Only the wall and her vigilance held the City in check, but one of those would not last.

March 25, 2017, Literature and Media: “The Essential Fairy Tale”, by

Sam Muller

An article on the dark side of fairy tales…

The original villainess of Snow White’s story was her mother. Grimm Brother’s first edition was faithful to the tale they heard and recorded, the tale of a mother who orders the murder of her adolescent daughter out of jealous vanity and devours what she believes to be the dead child’s lungs and liver…

March 15, 2017, Fantasy: “The River’s Daughter and the Gunslinger God“, by Matthew Claxton

The river’s daughter had hair as long and green as eelgrass, and skin the livid white of a fish belly. Her teeth were sharp, and through her thin lips, she sometimes whispered spells and curses, for her mother had been a sorceress. Since her mother’s departure, swathed in furs in the middle of a winter storm, the river’s daughter had not seen a single outsider to the valley. She spoke to the winds and her siblings the creeks, and she amused herself by practicing charms to change her shape. This dwarf, this outsider who moved with such purpose, fascinated her. She watched him from silent concealment in the forest.

March 9, 2017, Science Fiction: “The Fo’dekai Artifact“, by J. D. Moyer

The Fo’dekai could write in blood, and now he had their stories in him. Thousands of them, crowding his dreams, bleeding into his waking consciousness, his mind groaning from their weight. The first dreams were visions of a strange world, flying over blood-red deserts, black oceans, purple forests. Darren sensed a planet being constructed, layer-by-layer, in his mind. He wanted to talk about the dreams, but no reason to be alarmed the doctor said. No reason? He had literally dived into a dark ocean and plummeted into a black chasm. He could see, monochromatically but with precise resolution. He could feel his short undulating tentacles, and his skin rapidly oscillating through a kaleidoscope of patterns.

Feb 27, 2017, Fantasy: “Repo Priest”, by Joel E. Roosa

“In here. Name’s Ben Wilton. Been possessed thoiteen times now.” She held out her crosses as if they were shields, and shuttled backwards.

“Ma’am, it’s not a vampire. Crosses won’t help.” Father Belloch unlocked the decrepit old door, and let it slowly creak open.

The walls were covered with blood-red heretical writings, curses, evil symbols, and dirty limericks. The green ooze covering the floor added a foul smell to the overall ambience. What he didn’t see was the victim in question.

He rummaged through his backpack and brought out a small umbrella. He popped it open and stepped cautiously through the doorway.

Feb. 25, 2017: Eldritch:”Hollows”, by Emmett Schlenz

He was singing another song to the rusted chain dangling from the ceiling when a black hole opened in his chest. It sucked his heart out from behind his ribcage and he knew with a ghost’s certainty, with the instinctual sympathy between the dead and those close to death, that his brother was dying. He had not seen Michael, hadn’t been able to see another human being, since the day he died bloody in the street, listening to the screeching of wheels on concrete.

Feb. 21, 2017: Science Fiction:”Painting Clouds“, by A. Merc Rustad

We cloudweavers specialize in different shapes — we collaborate and mold the textures of air and rain, cold and heat. The sun and moon are pallets to tint our canvasses.

But now the sun is dying. People no longer look at our art, our gifts, and as they stop looking, our clouds thin and fade. We grow weaker, less aware. Without our mediums, our art, what are we?

Feb. 18, 2017: Science Fiction:”Ghosts of Bunker Seven“, by Derrick Boden

Her skin was mottled blue, like storm clouds on a night sky. On days when the stares got to her, she’d throw on her old military coat and a pair of sunglasses. If it were up to her, she’d be wearing a pair of concrete shoes at the bottom of the surf. The bacteria coursing through her veins had other ideas.

And now, after all the cover-ups and slashed pensions, the brass was back. Calling for her to clean up their mess again.

Jan. 31, 2017: Myths, Legends, and Fairy Tales: “Thief or Felon Bold“, by Alter Reiss

She laughed. “We are within the hill and beyond the stream that stains like blood,” she said. “I will tell you now one true thing: when you bargain with those who live within the hollow hill, you give us things which it amuses us to take, and we give back things which it amuses us to give.”

Jan. 30, 2017: Myths, Legends, and Fairy Tales: “Fruits of Victory“, by Jonathan Shipley

In the darkness overhead, Ilianthe saw a point of light flash into being.

Flash and hold steady. Another way station in the void. Another star, created of angel light and dragon fire. Their victory allowed them to create stars, to reshape the Cosmos Hundreds more would be scattered through the darkness of the heavens, and the Holdings would no longer hang cold in the lightless emptiness. Yet victory had not brought peace.

Jan. 26, 2017: Science Fiction: “In Zarbok’s Kitchen“, by Matthew F. Amati

“Tell him no! Absolutely not!”

I groaned inwardly.

In my six years as sous-chef at Zarbok’s Of Aldebaran, I had told Chef Z again and again that the customer is always right.

But Zarbok was an auteur. You don’t get to run the galaxy’s only fifty-star restaurant by compromising your compound vision.

Jan. 25, 2017: Fantasy: “With the Breath of his Bare Hands“, by Tyra Tanner

Elu smelled demon.

It was a raw scent, like blood in the mouth. The smell that promised a belabored death, a clawing death, a fangs-upon-flesh death.

Sometimes, the memories of his ancient heroics played themselves out in his mind, and the gore colored his sight, but the scent of demon was always there.

It kept his fear alive.

And fear had kept him alive.

Jan. 24, 2017: Myths, Legends, and Fairy Tales: “Black Annis and the Barguest“, by Sarah L. Byrne

They call me Black Annis, the village folk do. I walk the woods alone, my voice gone dry as old leaves, and I’ve not forgotten how to make me a glamour when I need one, with claws of iron and hair like duckweed.

But what does that do against a bargeust from the lands to the north, fangs like blades, breath a bellows blast, eyes of flame?

Jan. 11, 2017: Science Fiction: “A Meeting of Spirits“, by Russell Adams

I just knew the lights were looking for me, so I ran for my life and forgot about that old played out Sun Lizard silver mine. Suddenly I was lying at the bottom of a fifty‑foot shaft.

I hope I got a decent funeral.

I was instantly stone cold sober, and that’s when I figured out the lights hadn’t been looking for me. Stupid idea, aliens flying across the universe to get back a few goddamned gold nuggets.

But I wasn’t wrong thinking they were looking for something.

lead illustration: “By the Light of the Moon” digital illustration © Eugenius330 Textures courtesy of Renderosity.com

Jan. 10, 2017: Myths, Legends, and Fairy Tales: “Godmother Death”, by Kate O’Connor

At first, I thought I had been sent for her. She was so very small, barely a breath in her tiny body. But no, it was her mother, eyes fixed on me, on the tipping point between life and death. And her mother said, “Will you look after her?”

digital painting “I Waited”, by Kim Myatt

Jan. 9, 2017: Eldritch: “Sheila Slinkypaw and the Penguin”, by Kevin J. Guhl

Gene concerned me. He never spoke, didn’t seem to breathe, never took off his head.

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Dec 31, 2016: Science Fiction: “Life, Or Something Like It”, by J. Michael Neal

Salazar Niskanen had just initiated the burn that would take him out of the system when a voice he’d never heard before began a conversation with him. It was his ship, and she had some unexpected news for him.

Dec 29, 2016: Fantasy: “On Rising One Snowy Evening”, by Karen Bovenmyer

When she clawed her way up out of the frozen earth she tried to gauge how much time had passed – were all her kin asleep, gone this time? Her husband had died before his time and she had vowed never to leave her children, for death or nobody — she’s always come back when they had need of her.

Dec 28, 2016: Young People of All Ages: “Dead Things “, by Lawrence Van Hoof

My grandmother picks up dead things. She brings them home. Sometimes she scares people because they don’t understand. Nobody does. Except me. And that’s the scariest thing of all.

Lead illustration “Peregrine Ghosts” photograph © Dave Cox

Dec 17, 2016: Science Fiction: “The One and the Many”, by William Ledbetter

Opono had spent the entire first third of her life convincing peers and family that there was sentient life in the cosmos and she could find it. They had finally believed her, financed her, and some had even contracted future offspring to combine with hers so their lineage would have memories of the momentous occasion. She had failed them all.

Dec 3, 2016: Fantasy: “The Tears of the Dead”, by Mark Rookyard

I think Father has forgiven me now. He’s been telling me of upstairs, where people live in buildings taller even than Joe’s tunnel. He says they have ‘windows’, big holes filled with glass that they can look through and watch the City. He says there is no sludge up there, and people have soft skin and clothes that aren’t torn and muddied. He said he once saw one of the Four that came on the Ship and rule over the City with an iron fist. I don’t know what iron means…

Young People of All Ages: “Sea Full of Stars”, by Siobhan Gallagher

digital illustration by Alexander Rommel

Zef was finishing up repairs on the space telescope when a stream of glittering, translucent bodies passed overhead.

Hallowe’en 2016, Eldritch, “Mr. Pony”, by Stephen S. Power

The bus wheezes to a stop, the door squeaks open, and Mr. Pony trots on.

This time, the bus isn’t empty.

All the way in back, a skull mask peeks out of the last seat.

He’s always there, you just can’t always see him.

Happy Hallowe’en

Oct. 18, 2016, Myths, Legends, & Fairy Tales: “Laila Tov — Good Night — “, by Robert B. Finegold, MD

The small sward of earth and patchwork hut where the crippled tailor and his demon bride once lived was shunned for its evil, or so the villagers would claim.

But whether it was for the evil that once dwelt there or the evil that was inflicted upon it —

none would say.

Sept 10: Science Fiction, “Word from Home”, by Mark Rookyard

They didn’t hear it, but it was always there.

Then the ship from home arrived, with the people from Earth.

And some of them heard it all too well.

photomanips and digital illustrations by Fran Eisemann

Oct. 4, 2016, Eldritch: “My Heart Is a Prayer”, by Ryan Row

My heart is a prayer.

My heart is a temple, is a church to an absent god.

Is an egg for all the misery of the universe…

Oct. 1, 2016, Science Fiction: “Mobius”, by Elian Crane

If Ahab captained a starship

— a brief, lyric vision

Sept. 25, 2016, Science Fiction: “Leon’s Last Meal”, by Shayna Coplan

Leon liked human law.

Just not the meals it served him.

But there was someone who decided

to help improve the situation for him.

Sept. 22, Fantasy: “Hunters of the Dead” by Laurie Tom

When the wild magic meant to the win the war backfired, the king abandoned the people of the wild borderlands. Now there were only hunters between the living and the wandering dead.

Sept. 19, 2016, Science Fiction: “Time Trial”, by Liam Hogan

The device appeared in his parlor. He was only trying to make it work. And now here he was, somewhere and somewhen, charged with perverting the course of time and space.

July 27, 2016: Science Fiction: “How Your Mother Killed Me”, by Evan Dicken

Illustration: “Star Citizen” photomanipulation by Enrico Frehse

A quest of many lifetimes begins with a single slice

July 24, 2016: Science Fiction — “Negotiations”, by Matthew J. Streett

Where does the commercial domain end

What can it take when you’re not looking

How do you get it back

July 18, 2016: Stories For Young People from 4 to 499: “The Mountain Farmer’s Bootlace”, by David Sklar

Sometimes, when you’re planting mountains, you may not notice the little things.

June 18, 2016: Eldritch: “The Rental Heart”, by Kirsty Logan

June 14, 2016, Myths, Legends, and Fairy Tales: “The Wild Hunt of Sliabh Mannan“, by Philip Brian Hall

When a Goddess asks you to stop a God…

June 8: Fantasy: “Gatekeeper, What Toll?“, by Mike Reeves-McMillan

Photograph: “The Final Gate” by Mark Humphreys

June 6, Science Fiction: “Derelict“, by Derrick Boden

What you remember when you forget everything else

Illustration: “Legacy” by Norbert

June 4, Science Fiction: “Mister Bob“, by Dan Campbell

Like it says on the door, when you need to know the unknowable… ask Mister Bob

Illustration: “Crab Mutant Creature“by sParzZ

June 2, 2016: Fantasy: “Skinchanger” by Eduardo Frajman

The price of change

Illustration by Mark Purzycki

Stories for Young People from 4 to 400: The Lady and the Moon, by Matt Dovey

Why we must love the sea

illustration by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law

April 25, 2016: Science Fiction, Sonical — Locker X This fractal animation video was created by Brian May. He wrote the music first. While writing it, images of science fiction scenes came to him, and inspired him to make the video! Sonical — Locker X has found it’s way into six festivals so far, in Germany, Australia, UK, Martinique, and Hong Kong! Sonical Locker X images and sound © Brian May

April 23, 2016: Fantasy, “Lacrimae Knows“, by C..J. Jessop Even in the dark, especially in the dark, she knows.

illustration by Omnia

April 9: Science for Young People from 4 to 400: “Touching the Stars – Primordial Hydrogen”, by J. Eckelkamp

A very short history of our universe, and a cool experiment you can do at home with Hydrogen, that very ancient element that was created just about at the beginning of the big bang — nearly 14 billion years ago.

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April 9, Science Fiction: “With the Taste of Oblivion in Her Mouth“, by M.E. Garber

March 23, Fantasy: “Dawn Blossom“, by John Eckelkamp

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March 6, Fantasy: “The Magpie of Souls” by David Tallerman

Sword, sorcery, and enchanted castle

March 5, Myths, Legends, & Fairy Tales: “Out of Brambles“, by Leenna Naidoo

A short, spooky Halloween story to make you smile.

Feb 28, Eldritch: “The Clockwork Sky“, by Alexandra Davydova, translated by Anatoly Belilovsky.

Repairing the World, one page at a time…

And here it is in the original Russian version: Нажмите здесь для языковой версии русской..

Feb. 27, Science Fiction: “Boomerang Zone”, by Robert Dawson,

When even that thin lifeline is cut, what do you rely on?

Illustration “Make a Wish” by Karim Fakhoury, photographs courtesy of NASA

Feb. 17, Science Fiction, “Then We Stood Still“, by Bojan Ratković

An homage to the works of Isaac Asimov

Digital Painting “Silence” by Priya Johal.

Feb. 14, Eldritch, “Lunatic“, by Kate O’Connor

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Feb. 10, Interviews, A Talk with Howard David Johnson

We talk with David about his latest projects, and he shares with us special previews of his paintings of Norse mythology he’ll be sending on international tour, and images from his latest project — a fantasy book on Atlantis.

David combines media and legends to bring us his own take on the fabled city.

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Feb. 10, Science Fiction: “Bob, JustBob”, by Liam Hogan.

A reprise of the story of Bob, who carries a spaceship in his pocket.

Jan 23, Eldritch: “Tryst”, by Brian K. Lowe —

Why won’t you forsake me, oh my darling?

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January 14, 2016: Science Fiction: ” A Walk in the Sun”, by Geoffrey Landis

Reprise of the classic hard science fiction story.

January 5, 2016: Article: “A Practical Guide to the Proper Positioning of Space Stations”, by Nancy Fulda —

For those of us writing a story that includes a space station, or have a space station but just don’t know where to park it, here is a handy little article to help out.

January 4, 2016: Eldritch: “The Wendigo”, by Algernon Blackwood,

The classic, chilling tale

illustrated by Cathal Ó Hanlon and Alexandre Mahboubi.

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Midnight, New Year’s Eve, 2015 into 2016.

Greetings and Happy New Year. Here is the very first of our stories — Fantasy:

“TO THE MONSTERS WITH LOVE”, by A. Merc Rustad,

A short wild ride. Have fun!

illustrated by Rob Shields

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