December 7, 2009 – 9:06 pm
by Jeff Carlson
There were rats in the soufflé again. Whole ones this time. Stevens wasn’t being subtle anymore. Fine. These babies were impossible to miss, unlike the little clawed feet sprinkled into last night’s dinner.
December 7, 2009 – 9:05 pm
by Whitney Mims
B.J. Burrow co-wrote the screenplay, The Monster Hunter, which premiered on the Sci-Fi channel and starred David Carradine. The Changed is his debut novel. He lives in Austin, TX, with his wife, Melissa, and two daughters. He has won his fantasy football league four out of ten times.
As you can see, B.J. has a sense of humor (writing a Sci-Fi channel movie?) and has his priorities straight (winning fantasy football).
December 7, 2009 – 9:04 pm
by Jason Sizemore
Enjoy the stories.
Come back for more.
December 7, 2009 – 9:04 pm
by Kari Hart
Kari Hart is the head intern for ‘The Changed’ political party. She also blogs for the campaign’s website, www.itsjustzombies.com.
Nicholas Buckman took a short break from his busy schedule, campaigning for the senate to sit with Kari. During the interview, there were many interruptions from aides and party heads, asking Buckman many questions. These interruptions have been excised for ease of reading.
November 10, 2009 – 2:03 pm
by Jason Sizemore
After yesterday’s post asking for reader feedback about a ’subscription’ option to Apex Magazine, I received many emails of support. Apex Magazine has a large base of loyal fans willing to toss a coin in the hat to keep the ‘zine going. It was a nice boost of confidence.
November 2, 2009 – 9:10 pm
by Lavie Tidhar
I am delighted to welcome you to the special World SF issue of “Apex Magazine.” This month, The Apex Book of World SF is officially released, an anthology of fifteen stories of science fiction, fantasy and horror from around the world. This issue is in celebration of that book, and of some of the great writers working in speculative fiction around the world today.
November 2, 2009 – 9:09 pm
by Aliette de Bodard
In her dreams, Jiaotan saw Father: hands outstretched, the flesh of the fingers fraying away to reveal the yellowed, tapered shape of bones, the deep-set eyes bulging in their sockets, pleading, begging her to take him away.
November 2, 2009 – 9:09 pm
by Nir Yaniv
When Benjamin Schneider came to my clinic and complained of mysterious coils on his left wrist, I wasn’t overly surprised.
November 2, 2009 – 9:08 pm
by Alexsandar Žiljak
Maybe I shook them off. I don’t feel them breathing down my neck anymore. I turn around, but I don’t see them in the crowd.
November 2, 2009 – 9:02 pm
by Charles Tan
I don’t particularly like the term horror for my own writing because it creates an expectation on the readers’ part that the writing will scare them. If you’re a horror writer, then you necessarily have to write scary stories. It puts a box around you.
October 5, 2009 – 7:18 pm
by Alethea Kontis
At first, she sang to remember. It was a way to pass the long, dark time, a way to drown out the buzz in her head when the earth shook and the bunker rattled, a way to live outside the bars of her cage, to be a woman who smoked and drank, flirted and pined, flipped her pin curls and married a man for his car. Eventually, Patsy Cline became Kerri’s reason for living. In five years, she hadn’t found a better one.
October 5, 2009 – 7:18 pm
by Peter M. Ball
The first time he sees the Royal Observatory he is three days shy of his twelfth birthday. It’s spring, a clear night, the stars unveiling themselves in small groups as the sky overhead grows dark.
October 5, 2009 – 7:17 pm
by Jason Sizemore
Golden rays of morning sunlight filtered through the single-glass windowpane, illuminating an elderly man sitting quietly on a cushioned pew, head bent in prayer. His trembling hands held an ancient pair of reading glasses with lenses so marred and scratched it was a wonder he could see anything through them. Outside, a yellow Kentucky warbler sang joyfully, welcoming the warm spring breeze blowing in from the south and the pale green leaves covering the Appalachian countryside.
October 5, 2009 – 7:17 pm
by Paul Jessup
Master told us that the earth was hollow, and that we lived on the inside of it, clinging to the top of the crust. Below us was another world, a world inside the world, a glowing bright sun of a place. What Master called the summerlands. That is where the dead live, he said. That is how we can talk to them, he said. They send us signals across the air, and the mediums pick them up and drink them in.
October 5, 2009 – 7:16 pm
by Ekaterina Sedia
Three must-read short stories
James Tiptree “The Women Men Don’t See”—an amazing story and a classic
October 5, 2009 – 7:15 pm
by Maurice Broaddus
MB: Let’s be frank: most writers are lucky to see one major release much less six. To what do you attribute your enduring success? Who do you market your novels to? Do you feel a pressure to market to the “black audience” or the “horror community”?
October 5, 2009 – 7:15 pm
by J.C. Hay
Shambling through the streets,
Are we alive, or just existing?
Almost all the buildings are empty.
A testament to unceasing need.
September 8, 2009 – 10:09 pm
by Ekaterina Sedia
“We need an expert,” he said. “The morgue says that they’ve never seen anything like it. Can you come down to the precinct?”
September 8, 2009 – 10:08 pm
by Keffy R.M. Kehrli
Five years after her husband died, two years after she moved to a cabin in Montana, and six months after the world ended, Marie opened her curtains to discover her front garden overrun with roving, stumbling advertisements. Marie hadn’t seen one since she’d sold her condo and moved out to her isolated cabin. She shuddered.
September 8, 2009 – 10:07 pm
by Matthew Kressel
“The difference between a man and a beast,” Mother said, “is a bar of soap.”
