Archive for October, 2007
Planning is Not My Forte & Other Obvious Facts
I’m a little overwhelmed, as usual, with things clutching and dragging at me, but I wanted to take a little bit of time to talk about how schedules and best-laid plans can go to Hell in a handbasket, as my step-dad was fond of saying. I’ve spent a very chaotic few years bouncing form [...]
Phase
I have been making the same drive back and forth from Hertford, NC to Chesapeake, VA for over five years now. It’s a long, solitary stretch - and over time, things have added up in my mind until it’s like navigating some other dimension. On the drive home last Sunday, a final pin [...]
Requiem for Prey
–Sarah Monette
Prey use the word “love” like it means something.
He said he loved me. He asked if I loved him, too. I said I did,
because I didn’t want to argue. I just wanted to fuck.
I pay for a mass for the dead because I don’t know what else to do.
I stand in [...]
The Long, The Short, and The Ugly
Its about 10 PM and I figure if I start typing now, I’ll finish this post by midnight, so there you go. Years ago, there was some small press magazine that wanted every story to start with “I stared death in the face.” I never wrote anything for said mag, but the idea [...]
For The Autumn Queen, Where She Rests Among The Fallen
Because autumn stories don’t necessarily have to be about Halloween.
Enjoy the season…
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For The Autumn Queen, Where She Rests Among The Fallen
To Tommy, it was a leaf.
Oh, it was a beautiful leaf, to be certain, five-tined, like a maple, and blood-red at the edges with lines like yellow and orange flames in the center. And when [...]
Aftermath
Aftermath
by
Janet Berliner
NOTE: This story was originally written at the request of Richard Dansky for Jerusalem at Night, a Vampire: The Dark Ages supplemental rulebook.
In Canaan, which was also known as the land of Israel, in the spring of the year Christians called 1197, Moslems prayed openly but with a sense of unease. Jews, for [...]
Russian Sojourn (triteness personified, eh?)
By Stan Ridgley
The urge to be a “travel writer” overcomes even the best of us at times — of this I am convinced.
Call it the urge to “travel write.”
I like to believe that I overcame the urge many years ago, purged of the urge, as it were. Purged of it by the recognition that the [...]
The Ghost Who Loved Books
Many of my fellow Storytellers Unplugged authors have opted to post a story in place of their usual essay this month. I think that’s a fine idea, so I’ve decided to do the same. However, instead of posting one of my scary shorts, I’ve decided to share an original, unpublished young adult fantasy novelette, The [...]
On Being Not Too Bright
By
Richard Steinberg
“Coleridge wasa drug addict. Poe was an alcoholic. Marlowe was killed by a man whom he was treacherously trying to stab. Pope took money to keep a woman’s name out of a satire then wrote a piece so that she could still be recognized anyhow. Chatterton killed himself. Byron was accused of incest. Do [...]
Six Six Six
Legend has it that Ernest Hemingway considered his best work to be his shortest, a six-word story that went like this:
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
Last November, Wired lined up a lot of writers to take a crack at the six-word short. In that vein, here are three such devilish, abbreviated tales for the Halloween [...]
