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Hold Your BreathK.C. Mead-Brewer
Toe-curling things happen down at The Lake House. Sex, of course, and howling and injuries and a couple of disappearances, drownings, and once a kid hanged himself from the loft banister and another time a handful of teenagers tore out of there claiming that the walls had started bleeding, and no, they weren’t high, why would you even ask that.
There is Not an Alligator in the SewerNathaniel Lee
Harrison Burke sat on a park bench at midnight with a sack of six Burgerito’s bacon double cheeseburgers and a giant alligator. Harrison had not been sleeping well lately. Or at all, really.
Deadly DanceTrina Phillips
Heddera pressed the warm sonic node into the channel that separated the Dekteron’s fourth arm from his secondary shoulder blade. With a low hum from deep in her diaphragm, the pitch of the node changed and the Dekteron snarled his pleasure. For symmetry, she applied another node under his third arm on the other side and sang a dissonant twin pitch that shifted into a harmonic. His body arched so hard he almost fell off the table. She placed her hand on his back to steady him.
Sci-Fi + Fantasy
Room for RentRichie Narvaez
Hala stood in the black rain outside the landlord’s door. Cold, sooty water soaked her tunic, but he did not invite her in. Although cramped and filthy, the room behind the landlord radiated warmth and the smell of food. “I would like to see the room you advertised, if that is possible,” Hala said. “Can […]
It is 17,000 light years to the Galapagos Islands, and over 600 years since the HMS Beagle—after which our ship is named—landed there. Over half a millennia since Darwin wrote his Origin of the Species and changed the way we look at the evolution of life. Sitting here, looking down the cliffs at the Beagle—so […]
Icicle People or The Lake Effect Snow QueenJasmine Sawers
I dig myself out of my house to start my patrol. When I emerge, the path I’ve made is already filling back in with fat, wet snow, blowing in all directions. It is ever trying to buffet me about, to billow me to the edge of town, to strike me snow-blind and wind-deaf so I lose my way, but I got my snow legs a long time long ago.
Horror + Thriller
Simmons had already chewed through half a boot tongue before Carver dropped dead. In another life, he might’ve bent low, weeping, to kiss Carver’s cracked lips, unconcerned with how the rest of the Jupiter’s dwindling crew interpreted the gesture (whatever they might have imagined would’ve been correct). In this life, though, the men were ravenous, […]
The Passage of Time in the AbyssSequoia Nagamatsu
Storm clouds drift over the Sea of Japan as if large pieces of charcoal were dragged across the sky. Ryu, the steersman of the fishing trawler Columbo, checks the weather forecast on his phone, flipping through the interactive display. They’ll be heading toward the confluence of two storm systems if they leave now. He scratches […]
The God of Odds and EndsKate Doughty
The Wraith leans against the cinderblock wall of the Quik-Buy on US Route 29 and scratches off a lotto ticket to determine whether you will live or die. You, of course, do not know this. You pull into one of the self-serve stations and read the sign that says cash only. You un-stick your thighs from the bottom of your Toyota’s seats before gathering your trash, shoving your sunglasses into your sweat-damp hair, and making your way inside. You leave most of your weapons in the car. You don’t think you’ll need them.
Seven StarsErica Ruppert
Alice had sung that single phrase to Paul one night as they sat on their haunches at the back of the yard, stoned and gazing up at the black shape of the hill in the middle distance. Her voice was flat, and the words didn’t fit the tune, but she repeated it until she got bored with the sound of herself. Alice had started calling the hill The Empress sometime over the summer. No one else Paul knew called it anything but the hill.
Crime + Mystery
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Paul Crenshaw's essay collection This One Will Hurt You was published by The Ohio State University Press and his second collection of essays, This We’ll Defend, is from the University of North Carolina Press. Other work has appeared in Best American Essays, Best American Nonrequired Reading, The Pushcart Prize, and his fantasy/sci-fi stories have appeared in Lightspeed, Apex Magazine, Interzone, Tales of Terror, and Kaleidotrope.See Their Work
Richie Narvaez was born and raised in Brooklyn. His work has been published in Latin@ Rising: An Anthology of Science Fiction and Fantasy, Long Island Noir, Mississippi Review, Murdaland, Pilgrimage, and Tiny Crimes: Very Short Tales of Mystery and Murder, among others. His first book of short stories, Roachkiller and Other Stories, received the Spinetingler Award for Best Anthology. Hipster Death Rattle is his debut novel (Down & Out Books).See Their Work
Ashley Bao is a Chinese-Canadian-American high school junior. She spends her time writing and dreaming, mostly about cats. Her poetry and short fiction has appeared in Liminality, Strange Horizons, Cast of Wonders, and elsewhere. She may sometimes be found looking at cute cats on Twitter @ashleybaozi.See Their Work
Genre Jargon: How the SFF and Literary Worlds Speak about Themselves and Each Other
I always tell my writing students that today is an exciting time to be an author interested in both genre and literary fiction. That the barrier between the two is dissolving, that readers care little about labels, that even the Pulitzers and National Book Awards have genre works among the finalists, and that authors like Kelly Link or Carmen Maria Machado or Ted Chiang or Jeff VanderMeer can build readerships in both fields. And all that’s true. But at the same time, the literary and genre worlds remain in some ways very separate.
Welcome to Uncharted
UNCHARTED begins today with the goal of publishing thrilling genre short stories; stories you can’t stop reading, stories you want to share with your friends, with the world.
What Are We Supposed To Be Afraid Of In Blair Witch Project?
It’s one of the most memorable Horror movie endings. Heather runs down the stairs of a crumbling house, screaming Mike’s name. He isn’t responding. Anything could’ve happened to him. Then there’s a glimpse of him in the basement. He’s not decapitated or consumed in witchfire. He’s just standing in the corner. That’s all we see […]