December 2, 2019

My Sci-Fi, Fantasy & Horror Short Fiction Roundup - November 2019

 Starting this month, my monthly speculative short fiction roundups will be appearing here at Curious Fictions. Every month, I'll share a roundup of stories I've read and liked. A brand new feature, for me, is a Soundcloud link to an audio version of the roundup. This first roundup was read while I was drinking a cup of glögg, AKA Swedish mulled wine. (The recipe can be found on my blog.)

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"This Is How", by Marie Brennan in Strange Horizons

This is how a valravn is made:

A child dies. Lost in the woods, he curls up at the base of an ancient oak, and never rises again.

I somehow missed this story back in September when it was published in Strange Horizons, but I am very glad I caught it now. Brennan tells us the tale of the valravn -- how it is made, how it dies, how it weakens, how it falters, how it fights, breaks, and changes -- in a tale that is both grim and dark and devastating in its power. A valravn is a terrible creature, a merciless killer that can look both raven and human. It drinks the blood of its victims and keeps their souls locked inside itself, but as the story is told, we also understand that even such a terrible creature as this can be unmade, and maybe re-made, in unexpected ways. Quite simply, this is one of the best short stories I've read this year.

"Whom My Soul Loves", by Rivqa Rafael in Strange Horizons

In Rafael's story, we meet Osnat, a Jewish woman with special powers that make her what you might call a Jewish exorcist. She is the one people in the community turn to when a soul or spirit of the dead clings to the living and the world it should leave behind. Osnat's latest case involves a spirit that is possessing an old woman, and it proves an especially challenging case to solve, as the emotions and regrets fueling the possession bleed into Osnat's own life and past. A gently told, yet unflinchingly sharp and piercing story about love and regrets and a life lived in the shadow of what might have been.

"The Lie Misses You", by John Wiswell in Cast of Wonders

Wiswell's story explores the idea that a lie, even a white lie, can (quite literally) take on a life of its own and affect all those who tell it, as well as those who believe it. In the aftermath of a terrible plague with alien origins, The Lie lives in the house with the parents who made her up. The Lie's sister, Vi, is far away on a dangerous mission, but when she returns, everything changes. Wiswell tells this story with devastating simplicity and clarity, and it's the kind of story that is heavy with both the weight of grief and truth. Wonderful narration by Athena Haq.

"The Eight People Who Murdered Me (Excerpt from Lucy Westenra’s Diary)", by Gwendolyn Kiste in Nightmare

Taking its inspiration straight from the pages of Bram Stoker's Dracula, Kiste's story delves into the life of Lucy Westenra, and puts a new, entertaining and unorthodox spin on her life and afterlife. In Stoker's novel, 19-year-old Lucy is Mina Murray's best friend who attracts the attention of the vampire and eventually becomes an undead herself. In Kiste's version of events, we see it all from Lucy's point of view, giving us a wonderful and subversive take on the classic story.

"The Forge", by Andrew Dykstal in Beneath Ceaseless Skies

In the messy aftermath of the murder of a king, in the midst of the ensuing power struggle, Hodge, who was supposed to guard the king, and Lyric, who was the king's mage, are fleeing the city with the apparently immortal murderer. Behind them, in the city, reality itself seems to be crumbling. The story switches between their perilous flight, and flashbacks to the murder and that followed. Who really killed the king, and how? The clues include shattered runestones, a knife that is impossibly sharp, and a murderer who can't die no matter how many times he is executed. This is an outstanding fantasy story that is both gritty and suspenseful. It is also nuanced and rich in its description of the characters and the world they inhabit. I finished it wanting more of this world and these characters.

"The Longest Night", by Emily B. Cataneo in Black Static #72

I loved Cataneo's short story collection Speaking to Skull Kings when I read it a few years ago, and this story showcases her considerable skills as a teller of strange, haunting tales. In a small, isolated Icelandic village, a ghost lingers on the outskirts of the community. The only way to appease when it appears, is with an ancient ritual that has to be performed in just the right way in order to work. But Birta, who has lived her whole life in the village, has a secret: ever since she was a child, she has yearned to disrupt the ceremony and meet the ghost, to find it, out there in the cold winter night. Cataneo vividly captures the feeling of growing up in, and being part of, a small community: the safety and sense of belonging, but also the claustrophobic feeling of being hemmed in at all times. As a former inhabitant of a small community, I felt for Birta, and I really loved this story.

"Knit Three, Save Four", by Marie Vibbert in F&SF Nov/Dec 2019

There's a dire need for more science fiction stories that involve old-school crafts that will surely still be useful even in the far future, and even if we're traveling among the stars. In Vibbert's story, the art of knitting and crochet end up saving the day on-board a spaceship that is in immediate need of assistance. The story has a quiet sense of humour, and a satisfying down-to-earth appeal (in spite of its spaceship-setting), and has that everyday, working-people vibe that often makes for the best kind of science fiction, in my opinion. Delightful and original.

"The Touches", by Brenda Peynado at

I’ve been touched exactly four times in real life. The first was when my mother gave birth to me, picking up her bacteria as I slid out of her womb, the good stuff as well as the bad.

This story is set in a future where humans are isolated from each other and the world, each one living in their own pod, tended by a caretaker robot. Most of the time, except for brief moments spent awake in "dirty" (AKA the real world), they live their lives in a clean and orderly virtual reality where they work, fall in love, and even raise their children. Salipa is one of the humans living this way, but their protected existence might not last forever, as the caretaker robots have begun to age and glitch. A tender and thought-provoking story about human existence and our need for physical interaction with the world and other people.

"Logic Puzzles", by Vaishnavi Patel in The Dark

America is devoid of the chaotic magic of her homeland, devoid of any kind of magic. She tells her father, I would rather die than stay here one more day. Please can we go back to India.

When the daughter of an immigrant family in this story finds her first puzzle books, her world changes: "clean black grids printed against stark white paper, each puzzle a self-contained story far more interesting than her sixth-grade reading materials". She senses a new kind of magic in the books, and soon, she spends most of her time solving puzzles, or even better: making puzzles of her own. There's a slow-creeping, chilling feeling worming its way through this story, as we begin to see that the puzzles are not just changing the girl's life, but that she might be able to change world around her. This is unsettling, skillfully crafted horror.

"The Beckoning Green", by Elizabeth Childs in The Dark

"...I dig with my hands in the backyard until my fingers are sliced open by the earth, until my blood mingles with the blades of grass and the bits of doll. I am hot, but the green under my fingernails seeps coolness into my veins that lodges itself somewhere deep inside of me. I shiver and rub goosebumps from my arms."

Some stories, like this story, are so beautiful and sharp and painful that they cut you right to the bone. We follow a woman from childhood, through war and loss (her brother goes to fight in the Vietnam War), through political and personal changes. And always, always, there is "the green", the longing to, and fear of, disappearing -- utterly and completely -- lurking beneath the surface of her life. Childs's lyrical prose packs a tremendous punch, deftly capturing complex nuances of sadness, loss, and alienation, but also of love, hope, and renewal. 

"Written in the Book of the Woods", by LJ Geoffrion in Reckoning

It wasn’t until I had stomped around for about an hour that I began to get the creeps, and not because I was lost. It was the sun. 

It hadn’t moved; it just hung there in the sky at about twenty degrees above the western horizon. 

This story feels like slipping inside a dream bordering on a nightmare, and I mean that as the most sincere compliment. The protagonist goes into the woods, and there, something happens -- the magic of the woods, of nature, perhaps -- changes them forever: body and soul. It's a gorgeous, evocative and lyrical piece of writing that pulls you in and creeps beneath your skin. Haunting and devastating and fiercely original.

"The Lawman's Boy", by Setsu Uzumé in The Bourbon Penn

Content warnings for this story include suicidal thoughts, bone saw use, and violence against a child. As you can tell, it is strong, dark stuff, and it is expertly told at every turn. The story is set in a world where some people's souls can move to another person, a family member, after death if precautions aren't taken when they die, and especially if they die violently or with unfinished business. Palla, who was formerly a criminal, is now the lawman of her community. Her husband, the father of her child, is in custody after committing a crime, and she has to keep him imprisoned until trial knowing he'll likely be put to death, and also knowing that if he dies in the wrong way, his soul might transfer to someone else and take them over. What follows is a tense, taut, and utterly harrowing story of terrible choices and hard lives.

"Failsafe", by Tim Chawaga in Escape Pod

Machines had been replacing humans in the workplace for years, one job at a time, until finally, for one brief minute, they were all connected, working together as a Singularity.

Ten million people died in seven seconds, and another thirty before it was broken.

"Failsafe" is set in a future where society has been rebuilt with certain security precautions after humanity was almost destroyed by sentient machines. Liv is one of those precautions, a failsafe, there to monitor a certain set of machines and protect humanity from being wiped out by them, if technology were to turn murderous again. However, while the machines are supervised and controlled, they are also still intelligent and aware, and don't necessarily appreciate whatever status quo the humans think they have imposed on them. A thoughtful, unsettling, and thoroughly compelling tale (with a twist!) that touches on grand themes with small gestures. Fantastic narration by Tina Connolly. 

"Cloud-Born", by Gregory Feeley in Clarkesworld

“The planet was a ball of wind, which was strange because it was named after a god of the sea.”

I have an irrepressible love for stories that weave together myth and speculative fiction, and Feeley's story does just that. Here, we're aboard a spaceship with a mission to the stars that spans generations. Asia, a young girl, and the other children on board have studied Greek and Roman mythology, and those ancient stories are threaded into the narrative in both subtle and overt ways, as the children try to come to terms with their fate and future, and how different they and their lives will be than that of their parents. This is a layered and deeply moving story that is worth both reading and re-reading for its richness.

"Personal Rakshasi", by Suzan Palumbo in Fireside

"Personal Rakshasi" is a haunting, disquieting, and profoundly moving story about childhood and adolescence, and about what it's like to grow up feeling like an outsider in your own life. It took me straight back into some of the darker parts of my own life, and I believe it might have that effect on a lot of people. On Twitter, writer Suzan Palumbo has this to say about her story: "A Rakshasi is a figure found in many Hindu epics. They are particularly prevalent in the Ramayana. I identified with the Rakshasi growing up, being an outcast and bullied in many ways myself.  This story, for me, is partly about reclaiming the Rakshasi and welcoming her in." I especially love how Palumbo infuses the story with the kind of darkness that is often found in horror to tell a story that is about much more than a scary monster.

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(First published at Curious Fictions. Art is a detail of Romolo Tavani's cover art for The Dark #54.)


November 8, 2019

14 excellent stories I read in October


I read a lot of wonderful stories in October, and I picked 10 of my favourites for my roundup at B&N, and 14 stories for my roundup here on the blog.

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Small Evil, by Aeryn Rudel in The Arcanist 

“I appear in the middle of a crudely drawn pentagram, the energy of a weak containment spell crawling across my skin like a thousand tiny spiders.”

I love this wickedly funny story of a summoned demon, especially because it is told from the point of view of the demon (and it’s a very snarky and salty demon at that!). There’s a great sense of bloody-minded humour mixed with bloody-minded horror here, and the way Rudel plays around with pop-culture references and horror tropes makes the story even better.

An Irrational Love, by Marika Bailey in Fiyah #12

I. In the beginning, there was darkness, and she was infinite.
Ayo doesn’t believe in praying, but she will do it today. It is a holy day, and she has been given a part in it. Stillness comes, the moment the gods remind the world of their gift by taking it away. That’s the kind of bullshit gods do. A foot to your neck to remind you who’s in charge.”

Bailey’s novelette about the fate of Princess Ayo and the dark secrets and great power hidden in her family’s history, is part of a brilliant issue of Fiyah. This is a strikingly rich, strange, and wonderful tale that intertwines fantasy and myth (for example, strands of the mythology surrounding the Minotaur and Ariadne are incorporated), and the result is something both harrowing and beautiful. If you, like me, love intricately woven tales that blend bold new perspectives and characters with the familiarity of ancient lore and myth, then this tale is definitely for you.

Radio Static, by Carolin Jansen in Fireside

“My handwriting was appalling even before I became an amorphous apparition, so I should probably not be surprised that the words came out as a mess of bloody fingerprints. I would apologize to the janitor if I still had a voice.”

This is both a ghost story and a love story, and it broke my heart as I read it. Jansen tells this devastating tale with a quiet, matter-of-fact voice that also incorporates a dark sense of humour. There is so much emotion is buried in every sentence and paragraph. Gorgeous and ghostly and gripping.

The Haunting of 13 Olúwo Street, by Suyi Davies Okungbowa in Fireside 

“But you don’t really know anything about being haunted, do you?
You’re thinking about this all wrong. You think that if you grabbed the doorknob to my pantry, you’d feel a warm, thick ichor, and if you held it up to the light, you’d see the ichor runs the spectrum anywhere from crimson to black, and drips slowly, never quickly.”

If you love haunted house stories (who doesn’t?), this beautifully written and thoroughly original tale is a must-read. It’s told from the point of view of the haunted house itself, and it is both atmospheric and deeply moving.

Necessary Cuts by Bryan Miller in The Drabblecast 

“The manuscripts I read are haunted. Commas vanish forever into the void. Subjects and verbs struggle in bloody disagreement. Infinitives are cleaved with a dull axe. Sentence fragments, ablated at one ragged end, lay strewn between the margins.”

If you want to listen to (or read) something haunting and dark and fiendishly strange , this story from The Drabblecast will do the trick. An editor receives a very strange manuscript, and as he edits the words, the world starts to change…and so does he. It’s an unsettling, disturbing story that sneaks up on you and becomes progressively more and more screwed up until the end when everything is bone-chilling terror.

Windrose in Scarlet by Isabel Yap in Lightspeed 

“Beauty finds the crumpled girl at the perimeter of the chateau: covered in clotted blood, dark against her bright red hood. Her eyes are half-open, cloudy like a corpse’s, but her chest shudders when Beauty puts her ear against it.” 

If you’ve followed me on social media for a while, you probably know that I am in love, and a bit obsessed with, re-tellings of Little Red Riding Hood. I love fairytale retellings in general, and that is my favourite fairytale. In this Lightspeed story, Yap does something  wonderful: she knits together two fairytales – Beauty and the Beast, and Little Red Riding Hood. The result is a re-telling that is both tender and fierce, as it deals with love and power, domestic violence and loneliness, and how we often do what’s expected of us, diminishing ourselves and our power to become what others want us to be. As Yap shows in her story, breaking those bonds is neither easy nor safe, but sometimes we have to try in order to gain our freedom and stay alive.

Frankincense and Myrrh, by Megan Arkenberg in Kaleidotrope

“On a winter day nearly thirty-three years ago, my husband saw a god.
He has not told the full tale to anyone, not even to me, although I know more than most. I know about the long journey in the light of a single unwavering star—first alone, then with Caspar, and finally with beautiful, mysterious Balthazar, barely twenty years old and already so wise in the ways of suffering.”

A melancholy, beautifully written tale about a life lived in the shadows of the birth of Jesus. It’s told by the wife of Melchior, one of the three wise men. Melchior’s entire life, and the life of his wife, have been shaped by what he saw thirty-three years ago when he followed a star to meet a baby born in a stable. Now, he’s leaving again, because he’s seen a god’s death in the stars. A lyrical gem.

The Chopsticks Wizard by Anya Ow in Kaleidotrope

““So how does yours work?” Liling asked, ignoring Ren. “Never heard of a bamboo practitioner before. The iron guy could turn blades. Didn’t work with flint arrows, so he died. So much for his airs. Funny story.”
“It’s an affinity, woman,” Liyang said, before Meihua could comment. “You affect things of your affinity type. Turning them, heating them up, shattering them—”
“I know what it means. I meant her. You. What can you do, bamboo wizard?” Liling asked.”

A prince is hunting for a magic beast called a qilin, and Meihua, who wields an unusual kind of magic tied to bamboo, joins the hunting party to assist in the hunt. I love the gentle tone of this story, even in the midst of the death and mayhem, and I love the exquisite and wonderfully detailed world-building that goes into it without ever weighing down the story. There’s a lot going on beneath the surface here as the story deals with personal relationships, family dynamics, and the deeper meaning and impact of magic on the world, all of it adding to the depth and lustrous texture of this wonderful story.

Mr. Buttons, by Miyuki Jane Pinckard in Flash Fiction Online

“Mr. Buttons would know what to do. He always did. He’d been right about Taylor’s dad, who had a new family now. And about Liam, his best friend who wouldn’t talk to him anymore.” 

Pinckard tells a brilliant and terrifying horror story in less than 1,000 words, and oh boy, this one will stick with me for a while. Imagine a really twisted take on Toy Story, and you’re partway there. I really like how Pinckard lures you in, and then slams the hammer down at the end. Masterfully done.

The Butcher, the Baker, by Mike Allen in Beneath Ceaseless Skies

“Trukos didn’t even know the man’s name. He had known the names of the first two men he killed, evil souls who had deserved worse than he gave them—Mayya had told him as much. This man, hot tempered and foolish, had gambled grossly and lost, but did he deserve this death? Trukos would never be sure.”

Mike Allen’s dark fantasy story is unsettling and harrowing. Trukos is not a regular man. He was made by the baker Mayya, and whatever life he has, whatever actions he has taken, whatever murders he has committed since he was born from her oven, have been guided by her. But when Trukos kills a man he was not ordered to kill, and gets stabbed by a rather wicked dagger in the process, everything changes, including the magic that has bound him to Mayya. This is a wrenching story about obedience and free will, and what to do with the powers we have, and the life we’re given.

Teeth, by Cathy Charlton in Truancy Magazine 

“On nights where even the stars hide behind cloaks of cloud, and their big sister the moon can’t bear to share her light–on these rare nights, death prowls in the form of a black wolf.”

A gorgeous, lyrical tale about a wolf, a Dark Moon night, the Fairy Queen, and the kind of love that makes you risk everything to win your heart’s desire. It’s a tale of desperation, transformation, and love, and the ending just about broke my heart.

The Red Cloak, by Vanessa Fogg in Truancy Magazine 

“My red cloak is made of softest wool and is bright as berries, bright as blood. Wearing it as I cross the barren field, I glow against the snow and leafless twigs, the tangles of sticks poking up from the ground. Sparrows and thrushes dive at me, as though to peck at a bush of winter berries.”

It was obviously my lucky month, with two amazing re-tellings of Little Red Riding Hood to read. Vanessa Fogg puts a sharp-edged new spin on the fairy-tale here, approaching  the story from a new angle and making us see the creatures and people in it in a new light. Who would expect a child to brave the woods and its dangers — wolf and otherwise — alone? What kind of mother would send her child there? And what kind of grandmother awaits her in that cottage? There’s a real emotional depth and resonance here that I love.

Selfless“, by James Patrick Kelly in Asimov’s November/December 2019
Joseph Jirasek does not exist. He was “taken”, and fundamentally altered — when he was thirteen years old. The man who once was Joseph still lives, but he is only pretending to be Joseph. In truth he has no sense of self at all, instead, he assumes various selves, depending on what the situation requires, acting out the expected roles of Father, Husband, Boss, or (most dangerous of all) Hunter. The Hunter has only one desire: to “take” others and alter them as he was altered. After a confrontation with his mother, Joseph has an encounter that overthrows everything he thought he knew about himself and what was done to him. “Selfless” is a fantastic mind trip and a disquieting read that got right under my skin. (You can also hear Kelly narrate this story in a podcast version of “Selfless”.)

Pigshit and Gold, by Aiki Flinthart in Dimension 6 #18

“Grandy scratched at the dark burgundy, triangular head and the drake made a curious, purring noise. ‘But she’s quite tame, I assure you.’ — ‘Hasn’t burned anyone for….oh….at least six months.”

I adore this fantasy tale for its sense of dark humour, for the gritty and uniquely imagined world-building, and for the twist built into it. Lady Vemra, a rather selfish and unpleasant woman, has gone to find the legendary Haldora the Archer to help turn the tide in a battle between two nobles. Vemra’s real motivation is to gain the favour of one of the combatants AND get herself out of debt in the process. Vemra drags the young archer Dora, and an insistent and brassy old woman calling herself Grandy, along to the frontline, but what happens when they finally meet up with Lady Fantine is not exactly what Vemra had in mind…

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