I Am Nature by J.M. McDermott Detroit is dying. All the ornamental structures from the glory days of American industry wilt in ruin. There’s one building — found it myself — where the roof caved in one winter. There’s a tree that used to be in the lobby — and it’s dead — but its […]
Closet Dreams by Lisa Tuttle Something terrible happened to me when I was a little girl. I don’t want to go into details. I had to do that far too often in the year after it happened, first telling the police everything I could remember in the (vain) hope it would help them catch the […]
American Remake Of A Japanese Ghost Story Laird Barron There’s a curse in folklore known as a geas. That’s when a witch, or a fairy, or the supernatural entity of your choice, compels a hapless mortal to undertake duties on the creature’s behalf. Woe betides the mortal who shirks the quest; increasingly worse calamities befall […]
When not inhabiting cyberspace or various fantastic fictional worlds Joe exists in South London. A nerd by trade and geek by nature they spend their days in disguise as a mild-mannered IT greybeard. Their evenings, when not diverted by a remarkable wife or manipulative dog, are spent gaming, reading comics, and definitely writing something soon.
Dream House By Orrin Grey It was the last night of the Festival, and we were all sitting around one of the long tables out behind the Moon and Sixpence. It was cold enough that my feet were freezing and my hands were shoved into the pockets of my jacket when not gesturing or picking […]
The Aetherised Chamber By Stewart Moore 17 October 1687: The God-machine failed, and I destroyed it. With the wood-axe I smashed the glass vacuum pump, the encircling copper spring, the clockwork armature, and even the desk on which it stood. With a hammer I crushed the crystal at its heart as I would pith a […]
The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell “Off there to the right—somewhere—is a large island,” said Whitney. “It’s rather a mystery—” “What island is it?” Rainsford asked. “The old charts call it ‘Ship-Trap Island,’ ” Whitney replied. “A suggestive name, isn’t it? Sailors have a curious dread of the place. I don’t know why. Some […]
The Thames Valley Catastrophe by Grant Allen It can scarcely be necessary for me to mention, I suppose, at this time of day, that I was one of the earliest and fullest observers of the sad series of events which finally brought about the transference of the seat of Government of these islands from London […]