CHAGING SUBMISSION DEADLINES
Starting today submission will run from the fifteenth of the month to the fifteenth of the next month. That means January’s call SWORDS, SORCERY, AND SUBWAY CARS Is Open now for submissions.
Starting today submission will run from the fifteenth of the month to the fifteenth of the next month. That means January’s call SWORDS, SORCERY, AND SUBWAY CARS Is Open now for submissions.
Even if I felt as sure as they do that this is all that’s left of poor Novello,” I rejoined, “wouldn’t that be all the more reason for respecting the one thing about him that does live—our memories ?” “False courage, Andy,” Bob came back at me. “That remnant there is our common destiny, and…
A strange buzzing pierced her ears as Carrie slightly opened her eyes. A disembodied voice said, “Great, you’re awake. Let’s get you ready for your match.” “I must have taken too many pain pills last night, I don’t remember the bus ride to Philly.” “Philly? Doc, give her another stimulant. She’s still wasted from the…
Our apologies, but there was a scheduling issue this last week. We will publish the remaining Ghouls, Ghosts, and Grave Robbers stories this week. Swords, Socercery, and Subway Cars will start the following week. The Ghouls contest will be pushed back a week. STAY TUNED BECAUSE WE HAVE A BIG ANNOUNCEMENT REGARDING FUTURE SUBMISSIONS.
INDEED the latter—whose American odyssey was destined to be quite as hard as that of Foh Wong, decades earlier—needed every cent of the fifteen hundred dollars. To enumerate all those whom he had to bribe would be to give an ethnographical survey of many of the Far East’s more gaudy rogues. But let us pick…
Night flying was not considered good for the health in the days of the Big Fuss. That was before we had radio beams and robot pilots. All a man like Phineas Pinkham had were a stick, two Vickers guns, and a prayer. And now the flyer from Iowa was cruising high over the heads of…
Organ Manipulators By Justin Boote Wayne peered above the gravestone and watched the large group which stood around the freshly dug grave, listening to the vicar recite his passage. Most wept uncontrollably, others simply hung their heads, hats in hand. His eyes gleamed with anticipation. A low growl escaped his throat. Tonight, he’d have new…