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May 30, 2013
by JohnK
May 30, 2013
Nominations for the 2012 World Fantasy Awards close soon. The WFAs are a juried award, but three of the five finalists in each category are chosen not by the judges but by reader nomination. We are very proud of our four nominations for editor John Klima in the Non-Professional category, and the nomination of Jeffrey …
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By his second week in the village with the unpronounceable name, Dale had taken up with the old men fishing out beyond the rocks. The place was called the Blue Pool and people died there, he was told, freak waves being known to carry them away. Fierce tragic, as his new friends had it. ‘Saw …
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Permanent link to this article: http://www.electricvelocipede.com/2013/05/the-irish-astronaut-by-val-nolan/
She knows the thousand and one secret names of snow, whispers them up into the clouds, calling the snow to her like a lover, and waits for white touches sunk in drifts. It is then that he sees her, pale and fallen, in a bank on the side of the road. Panicked, he thinks her …
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Permanent link to this article: http://www.electricvelocipede.com/2013/05/melt-by-cislyn-smith/
The Metallic Destroyer, they call me, the Nightmare. No blood-blushed lips. No quivering eyelashes. Not one follicle of hair. My pumps hiss at varying rates: thirty and ten and fifteen compressions a minute. Each system whirring with its separate sound: circulatory and lymphatic and so much more. I no longer speak, but I can hear: …
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These woods will not harm you, mother says, and you believe her. These trees will not hurt you, she tells you, and you go walking among them, and through. You wear your new cloak, walking in the woods; its color the same red as the apples you carry in your basket, and the blood washed …
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For the first few years of his life, the boy didn’t know the Still Room was there. To him, the heavy wooden door was simply the point at which the cellar stairs ended, just as the pantry was where they began. He often played on those stairs, enjoying the cool dampness and the reassuring sound …
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Permanent link to this article: http://www.electricvelocipede.com/2013/05/the-still-room-by-jamie-killen/
Upon waking in a dampened bed—and it had been a poor idea to sleep in the Summer Room, but that was the way of Summer, wasn’t it? to make you forget its weight—your thoughts got all sidetracked by the languid scent of lilacs, and thunderstorms, and berries so fresh they were still hot from the …
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You sneak in the night, red string around stalactites and stalagmites. At your feet, the river caresses you, waves and currents still visible among the colder patches. You photograph—blood in tears, scratches on purity—playing in light, and darkness; life, and decay; lacerations in the ice, where it was. Stefanie Maclin’s poetry and short stories have …
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When he meets his new lab partner for the first time, he tries not to look directly at her. Snatched glimpses prove she’s pretty, but his account is by necessity piecemeal, a view as if through compound eyes. For instance, her brows arch like the raptorial legs of a mantis and are brown like her …
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Permanent link to this article: http://www.electricvelocipede.com/2013/05/the-entomologists-three-ballgowns-by-brooke-wonders/
The boats have stopped coming. After three long weeks without a single boat, I have stopped looking to the sea. The last rowboat that came rests belly up farther down the shore. It reminds me of a beached whale; a calf at that, dead before it ever really began. A woman sits there at sunset …
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