New Short Story Alert!

Spring 2017 cover

cover art by John E. Richards; design by Ignacio Carrion

The great Hello Horror has included my short story “The Inventor” in their Spring 2017 issue. The magazine is free to read (and they have quite the back catalog, so get on that, horror fans).

The issue contains nine short stories, four poems, three micros and the conclusion of a serialized novel, which I need to go back and read all of.

I had a fantastic time reading the stories today and I’m going to pitch them to you because I think you should read them, too. (If my pitches fall flat, blame me, not the author.)

All the stories are extremely readable, but I marked my three most-recommended with *** next to the title.
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New Short Story Alert!

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The incredible, amazing, wonderful folks at Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet have included my short story “Recursion” in issue No. 34.

The print version is $5. (This is a steal; the magazine is wonderfully put together and has over fifty pages of fiction, poetry and a non-fiction piece.) Ebook is $2.99.

“Recursion” was inspired by an existential, Lovecraftian thought and my desire to write a story-within-a-story. It does not use the word “eldritch.”

Along with that, you get some damn great writing.


Amanda Marbais‘s “Colossal,” opens with a classic case of I-wish-I-wrote-that:

Gerald is a reformed stutterer and droid-porn addict. That doesn’t broach the issue that he is also a colossal squid.

No. I won’t tell you any more. You have to read it yourself.


Hazel Crowley‘s strong poetry is a perfect blend of sight and sound, including this bit I quite like:

and, one day,

fists full of stars,

we will riot on


Marco Kaye‘s “The New Ancient of Sophocles High” combines a modern high school with characters of ancient Greece. The deceptively breezy style is paired with precise imagery and deep emotion:

When no one else was in the bathroom, I made a gun with my fingers and, quietly as I could, forced myself to vomit.

(p.7)

Over the weekend, Pitkins had gained seven pounds, placing him squarely in the one-fify two slot. After he stepped down I was all, “What’d you eat?” and Pitkins was like, “Two birthday parties in a row, bro.”

(p.7)

That was the Gods for you, constantly scheming up new forms of degradation. You had to love them. You literally had to.

(p.8)


I read Nicole Kimberling‘s Pumpkin and Mushroom Moussake recipe (in “Savory Cinderella”) not with any plans to make the dish, but because it was written in such a delightful manner (“Step One: Butcher the Pumpkin” is a winning line).


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