Let us open this editorial with a bold statement: we like slush. Sometimes, we dread it; sometimes, we complain about it, but, in the end, we like slush: the good, the bad, even the ugly. Because it is the slush which brings us new stories, new writers, and most of all, new friends.
The idea that writers live in isolation, locked in a mountain cabin in the middle of nowhere, typing away, is patently false. We connect with each …
Reviews · The Vampire Diaries · TV Shows
First, a correction. Last week, I couldn’t get my closed captioning to work on my television (I think I’m going to need a new television soon, unfortunately) and so, hit up IMDB.com when I didn’t catch Bonnie’s grandmother’s name. At the time, it listed her as Tituba, which didn’t seem right, but I went with it instead of trying to track down another official confirmation. It’s now been changed to Sheila at IMDB.com and I’m kind of …
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The red light was on. Laurie reached over reluctantly. Her finger pressed the replay button. SQQUEEEEP! Was it her/him? She knew it even before she heard the asexual voice, neither male nor female. Sensual but sexless.
Laurie listened to the whispering buzz. Not a human being, the niggling voice said inside her head, alien, a fish singing a libretto, navels kissing in the dark.
SQQUEEEEP! The message ended. …
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The scene is strangely quiet, broken only by the occasional sound of their claws striking granite or the roar of one of our gunshots. When they fall they make dull thuds, like a side of meat slapping down on a counter, but usually they’re too far away for us to hear it, or we’re already chambering another round.
Harter stands to my left, shrouded in the mist of the graveyard. …
First published in The King in Yellow, Atlantean Press, 2007. Reprinted in Cthulhu Australis Part 2, Rainfall Books, 2007.
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For five violent days, the unrelenting storm battered the Daintree, threatening to submerge her at any moment, but it was the unraveling of Greg Wright’s mind that disturbed Tracy more than any elemental assault.
As the weather worsened, so did his delusions. First, he claimed to see mermaids …
