October 11, 2020

My Sci-Fi, Fantasy & Horror Short Fiction Roundup - September 2020


 

Apologies for being a bit late with my roundup this month, but here it is: 13 excellent stories I read in September. And if you want even more short fiction to read, I can recommend the speculative fiction stories from my latest Short Fiction Treasures Roundup at Strange Horizons.

We Will Build a Haunted House – Andrew Van Wey in Lamplight Magazine Vol. 8, Issue 3&4

A decidedly haunting and deeply unsettling story where the ragged edges of cruelty, misfortune, and horror cut ever deeper as we follow the origins of a haunted house. We learn about its beginnings and how it grows, how it ensnares the wicked and unwary and willing, how it terrifies  visitors, and pulls children and adults deep into itself until they cannot escape. History wraps itself around the horror, and there’s such a wrenching sense of wounded rage and menace and sorrowful malevolence here. I read this story very late one night, and it followed me into my dreams.

Call Them Children by Wenmimareba Klobah Collins in The Dark

“Mama Dlo,” she says, quiet and child-like in the awkward search for the right words. “She likes children with good, strong singing voices. She’s the one that’s taking them..."

In a world where the water and the mangrove trees are everywhere, the looming threat of Mama Dlo is ever-present and children are disappearing. Braving all the dangers lurking above and below the surface, Yuya heads out into the water to look for Camelia who is missing but as it turns out, the real danger is what awaits Yuya when Camelia is found. A taut, atmospheric horror story that spirals deeper and deeper into nightmarish terror the further we follow Yuya. Beautifully written, deeply weird, and thoroughly wonderful.

More Than Simple Steel by Aimee Ogden in Escape Pod (narrated by Peter Behravesh)

A postapocalyptic tale where only children seem to be left in the world, and where a 16-year old boy, is trying to build a community and care for a group of kids. The responsibility is a heavy burden that is weighing him down and wearing him down, and then, a girl arrives with a gun and everything that was already paper-thin and brittle seems about to unravel. Ogden masterfully makes you feel the tension, love, and strife within this community of children. The characters and especially the relationships between them are so perfectly captured – fraught, tense, taut, and yet full of hope and empathy—and for me, it's this depth that sets this story apart. If you’re looking for a postapocalyptic tale that might be bleak but is NOT devoid of hope, then this is it.

Prism by S.D. Brown in Augur Magazine

This story about a woman who loses her child while she is in prison, is one of the most unsettling, evocative, and memorable stories I’ve read this year. Weaving in and out of the past, the present, and the future, it dips into horror and darkest fantasy. What makes it so devastating is how real it all feels: a childhood marked by death and trauma, by being an outsider, and blighted by a mother who seems beyond reach, even when she’s right there with her knitting. Brown skilfully blends the everyday world with strands of mind-bending strangeness, and yet it's a strangeness that is firmly rooted, and knit into, the fabric of reality.

Silver As the Devil's Necklace by Isabel CaƱas in PseudoPod (narrated by Sandra Espinoza)

Ruth's sister Jo is missing. She's gone looking for a black horse she saw, a strange black horse that might, or might not, have been something other than a horse. And now Ruth who said she did not believe Jo, did not believe in that black horse, heads out into the dark and stormy night to find her sister. I love the rich, sumptuous prose of this story and I love the fierce desperation and urgency of Ruth's quest. I also love the way different beings meet here, and how Ruth is assailed, and maybe also helped, by forces she did not quite believe in before.

Phantasmagoria by Abi Hynes in Black Static #76

A quiet and unsettling, yet deeply relatable, story about adolescence, identity, and trying to find a place in the world where you might fit in, body and soul. Hynes's story delves deep into the awkwardness of trying to figure out who you are and who you might become, while also exploring the shame and joy, lust and fear, of being human. There’s a dark thread running through this story that made me think about all the possible lives, and the possible selves, we might have had, might have become, might have explored, and how these other selves and lives might haunt us for the rest of our days.

The Banquet by Lindy Biller in Apparition Literary Magazine (winner of the September Flash Fiction Challenge)

Old-school fairy-tale vibes twine together with the reality of domestic abuse and violence in this gripping, gritty story by Lindy Biller. There’s a father who won’t let his daughter leave, a mother who seems resigned to her fate of serving the man in her life, and a daughter who is determined to escape the confines of the home where she’s grown up. I love the way this story rings with the sound and sights of fairy-tale, yet keeps a real world edge.

Dragon Years by Juliet Kemp in The Future Fire

A warm and moving story about a girl who sees a dragon, first when she's a little girl and then several more times in her life. While she is tempted, she chooses not to follow when it asks her to come... at least the first few times. There's a deep sense of mingled joy and sadness and regret here that is absolutely wonderful, and the ending just about cracked my heart. If you enjoy this story by Kemp, you should also read "Small Magics" in Flash Fiction Online (it was also part of my latest Short Fiction Treasures Roundup for Strange Horizons).

Deep in the Drift, Spinning by Lisa L. Hannett in Beneath Ceaseless Skies

With a mental inhalation, Winni sifts the drift for the right whirl in the air, the right future Gert’s here to imbibe. She draws everything in: these avian vessels, their airborne calls, their salt-spray scent. Magic, not marrow, will soon fill the gull’s delicate bones. Magic to set them all flying.

I love Lisa L. Hannett's fiction, and her stories are often a blend of weirdness and darkness and magic, and this story is an excellent example of her wondrous prose and of her strange, often harrowing, fantasy-worlds. Winni uses the bodies of birds to make and harvest magic. She can change things, she can change people, she can see what might happen. And yet, in spite of that power, she has not been able to get back her daughter, lost now to Winni and headed out on paths of her own. Winni's world is a hardscrabble place, full of hard lives and tough choices, and the choice she ultimately makes here, what she has to sacrifice to get what she wants, makes for a sharp and piercing piece of fiction.

Note To Self by Sunny Moraine in Lightspeed

The notion of the quantum mirror was first floated by two graduate students (Sapna Gupta and Mark Shaw) over a fourth round of beers in a small pub in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and therefore one should consider the role of intoxication in its initial conception. This is not to say that the notion itself was a foolish one; the subsequent procession of events should be sufficient proof that it was not. It’s merely to point out that sometimes a shift in perspective is required to push the world into something new.

Written as an unfinished essay, a work in progress with notes from the author to the reader and conversational asides to themself, this story feels a bit like Umberto Eco's writing, riffling through found notes, blending real world literature and events with science fiction. Moraine's intriguing story twines together scifi and horror as we find out what happened once the first quantum mirror was made and the world was irrevocably changed. Chilling and gripping.

Baboon, Brain, Brick by Louis Evans in The New Modality

Nothing about Aaron Metzger’s mind was out of place except for one comprehensive and overwhelming delusion —  that the forty years from 1978 to 2018 had gone remarkably well. Incredibly well. Those four decades represented a golden age of global peace and prosperity that the doctors could scarcely imagine. 

Oh, this is the story I needed to read in these dark times. It's a story that makes you think that maybe the world could be a better place, maybe it could have been a lot better already, if only people had been able and willing to make other choices. And maybe, in an alternate timeline, we are all doing quite alright. In Evans's story, Aaron Metzger drops into our world with memories of quite a different world lodged in his mind. When he is told of the current reality, he is at first depressed and confounded (I can relate), but then he uses his alternate timeline knowledge to nudge our world in a better direction. Except, well... you'll have to read it to find out what happens. It's a clever, darkly humorous, and heartfelt story that made me long for better days.

The Starflighter from Starym by Tamoha Sengupta in Zooscape

 If legends of lost cities were true on Earth, some credit for these tales went to the whales that lived on the planet of Starym, situated outside the reaches of the Milky Way. 

A delightful and heart-warming (in the best and truest sense of the word) fable of whales in space and the secrets they carry with them, and how one of them ends up alone in Earth's oceans. Eventually, it ends up sparking tales of wonder among those who see it ascend.

Redder by Vajra Chandrasekera in Nightmare

I chew the leaf and spit out my red days. They splatter. You chew the leaf and spit out your hours of mad redder. They splatter. They chew the leaf and spit out the reddest moments they have ever seen. They splatter. This is a scene of crime, chalk me, morn me, eve me. My red life drying on my chin. Your red history a bitter powder crust. Their thin red lines, their spun red webs, their red praxis and deceit.

Compelling, mesmerizing, and full of terror and wonder, this story is nightmarish and visceral. To quote Chandrasekera on Twitter, it features "crocodiles, political assassination, and the tallest of grandmother's tales". It's also part of a set of stories. Again, quoting the writer's Twitter-thread:

“Redder” was written as part of a thematic triptych of sorts, the second of which, titled “Redstarts in the Last Summer,” will appear in next year's Chiral Mad anthology. (The third is written but I haven't sold it yet....)

It's the kind of story I hesitate to even attempt to describe, except to say that it's brilliant.

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First published at Curious Fictions. Art is a detail of Lorna Antoniazzi's cover art for Augur 3.1.  

 

September 7, 2020

My Sci-Fi, Fantasy & Horror Short Fiction Roundup - August 2020

 


Let's dive right in, shall we?

The Bone-Stag Walks by K.T. Bryski in Lightspeed

 The Bone-Stag walks at midwinter, sharp-antlered, hard-hoofed. Deep white snow spreads under deep black sky. Cold air slices lungs; rivers stand as stone.

Over cresting drifts comes the Bone-Stag, leaving no mark of his passing. Down in the village, they draw their curtains fast against him. They bolt tight their doors. Garlic at the lintels and holly upon the sills.

One of the most strikingly beautiful and powerful fantasy stories I've read so far this year. It's a visceral and dark twist on old fairytales, and I love every gorgeous, unsettling, riveting bit of it. You can feel the melody, the rhythm of the prose, in every sentence and paragraph, and the effect is mesmerizing. There are stories braided into other stories here, and as the truth at the heart of the tale is revealed, Bryski does not flinch from the darkness that lurks within all true fairytales.

The Cat Lady and the Petitioner, by Jennifer Hudak in Translunar Travelers Lounge

This is a story to lift your spirits on a bad day. There are cats (so many awesome cats!), there's a cat lady who is ANYTHING but crazy, and there is the petitioner who knocks on her door (three times, so she can't be ignored), and THEN there is the house itself, and the thin places where the universes connect, and well... you should most definitely read this story. It's life-affirming and funny and contains a most excellent (cat-assisted) adventure.

Tara’s Mother’s Skin by Suzan Palumbo in PseudoPod (narrated by Arielle John)

“You see this skin?” She tugged at her creviced face. “It slides away easier than a fresh bride’s satin nightgown. I fold it in my mortar and blaze like fire in the night. Then, I squeeze through the slits in your window sill, Farrah, and suck you dry.” She stretched her hands the width of her doorway. Clapped them closed, fixing her eyes on me, again. Needle sharp.

Palumbo skilfully weaves together horror and childhood memories and reality in this story, and then she twists that weave until the pattern you thought you saw turns out to be something else. (I love how the horror hides in plain sight here.) There's a simmering menace to this story from the start that really drew me in, and by the end? By the end Palumbo had me fully and completely on the hook.

To quote Palumbo's own story-notes at PseudoPod:

Being from Trinidad, Caribbean folklore was a large part of my childhood. I grew up with stories about jumbies and La Diablesse. The figure that loomed largest for me however, was The Soucouyant. The idea of an old woman who could shed her skin and suck one’s blood kept me terrified and awake at night for at least a couple of years.

Worm Song by David Naimon in Fireside

A short story that has the rhythm of poetry, this fiction piece by Naimon is both wrenching and sublime. The repetition, the sing-song feel of the telling, and the deep sorrow and loss contained in every sentence here is gloriously beautiful and utterly devastating. As the trees withdraw from the world, as they leave us behind, the already changing world is further changed and something priceless is lost. I love the imagery of the tree spirits communing with each other, and I love the audacious strangeness of the whole piece.

August by Katie Piper in Flash Fiction Online

Elise goes into the woods behind her house and falls over her dead grandmother.

Well, not quite.

Elise sneaks into the woods behind her house and trips into the loamy concave of a grave the forest has sucked back beneath her skin. The crude headstone tells Elise that Mary Ann is buried here. No: the stone and its name are half-swallowed by moss and Mary Alice is napping in black dirt beneath Elise’s knees.

Elise goes home and says, “I found Grandma in the woods."

This is a dark and deep flash story about childhood and magic, and about a child who finds a way to get what she wants, and do what she wants, in spite of her mother's efforts. I especially loves how this story weaves fantasy, and a shiver of horror, into the everyday world of Walgreens, AA batteries, and muddy socks.

A Voyage to Queensthroat by Anya Johanna DeNiro in Strange Horizons

A brilliant and epic science fantasy short story about an old warrior who must revisit her own past in order to help save the present, and the future. And at the heart of this epic tale is the tense and deep relationship between an old warrior and her young protegĆ©. Everything about this story--the scope, the exquisitely wrought prose, the blend of fantasy and sword battles and science fiction--is perfectly done. Please, can I have some more? It's also a story that reminds me of DeNiro's wonderful novella City of a Thousand Feelings.

Bobbie and Her Father by Gillian Daniels in The Dark

Oh my gosh. THIS STORY. It is a wrenching, horror-ifically funny, and devastating take on Frankenstein, all set in modern-day suburbia, and featuring the regular kinds of people that probably maybe live on any given street. Daniels's story twists and turns through unsettling scifi, to horror and dark comedy, into something that is almost (but only almost) heartwarming. At least for a little while. There's a lot of subtle and overt stuff happening in this story as it deals with the travails of parenting, the pain of adolescence, and the awkwardness of being human (or at least human-ish). 

Sweet Sting by Sara Saab in The White Review

My job during the war was to administer beatings. This didn’t make me better than anyone else, particularly not the people I beat. To ensure that I never forgot this, I was periodically beaten myself. I, Laura Grimsey, a White, beaten quite roughly but within official boundaries by a Brown. A team of Browns was retained expressly for this purpose: to beat the beaters.

Saab's story, set in a future that seems both wickedly strange and sadly plausible, is a marvellously crafted scifi/dystopia. The way violence is used here to enforce and create unity, how it's used to both punish and reward, the way it shapes society to fit into a totalitarian mold... it's all so sharp and perceptive and the connections to our own present reality are everywhere. There's a hint of Orwell's "1984", and as this story reminded me, it's a good idea to read anything and everything by Sara Saab.

Slipping the Leash by Dan Micklethwaite in Podcastle (narrated by Austin Malone)

Horror that is so taut and tense that every sentence shivers with the threat of destruction and violence and pain. This story is freakishly good, both at capturing the internal turmoil of a man who is carrying around more memories and nightmares and pain than he can really bear, and at capturing the transcendent power of being able to express at least some of that turmoil to others. The wolf is just beneath the skin here, but the most beautiful moment in the story is when the howl is released.

Mist Songs of Delhi by Sid Jain in Podcastle (narrated by Amal Singh)

This story takes place in a world where devotion to the Goddesses of Raagas has made it possible for people who have lived "a full life" to return after death as a "cloud portrait". This portrait then unspools itself into the deceased's soul song, filling the air "with the lilting music of their lives". Rajaji is a priest, fully committed to serving the Goddesses, and is also full of admiration and love for the soul songs, but his devotion pits him against his own mother, a scientist, who has very different ideas about this supposed blessing. This is a deep, contemplative, and quietly moving story that explores how we react to, and are shaped by, both the lives and deaths of the people we love. Uniquely imagined and wonderfully human.

We Have Evacuated, Have a Good Day by Jendayi Brooks-Flemister in Anathema

A story about a terrible storm, and a grandfather who lives alone and refuses to evacuate. I love how this story twists and turns through old memories, and through the grandfather's old house, as the storm worsens. There's a sense of something askew as we realize that the old man might have other things on his mind than just the wind and rising waters. 

Tiger of the New Moon by Allison Thai in Anathema

Hoa, a young woman trapped in a harsh life under her father's thumb, enters the woods and meets "Ɣng Ba Mʰʔi, Mister Thirty, the tiger with a taste for man’s flesh on every new moon". What follows once she meets that tiger is a monster tale that is also a love story. The horrors here are not so much of the beast's making, as of the humans in the tale. It's sort of a take on Beauty and the Beast, but also something much different as Thai blends fairytale and myth with the stark reality of being trapped in a situation you can't get out of... unless, perhaps, you have a tiger on your side.

A Wake For the Living by Jordan Kurella in Zooscape

A strikingly stark and beautiful story by Jordan Kurella in Zooscape. This is a post-apocalypse story told from the viewpoint of a vulture, enjoying the spoils of the end of human civilization. It's also a love story, and a story about jealousy and belonging, as the vulture feels a new and dangerous connection to a crow.

The crow was beautiful when she ate: all black sheen and viscera. Her beak slick with spoils as it tilted back, neck bulging, bulging with her quarry. The quarry meant for us. We vultures.

Gorgeously wrought prose and a powerful ending.

The Beginning by Radha Zutshi Opubor in Omenana

This is a haunting, heartbreaking tale of climate change, but told almost as a horror story, or maybe a ghost story.

I was born before the Beginning.

I remember.

I remember my father’s house. Low to the ground and solid with a thick iron door: I never felt safer than when I peered out into the stormy night from behind my window bars.

A girl remembers the past: her family home, her father, her mother, the weather changing, the waters rising, people leaving the city of Lagos to find safer places to live. And then, devastation.

Dead Girls Have No Names by Claire Wrenwood in Nightmare

Mother keeps us in a chest freezer. “For preservation,” she says, and perhaps this is true.

Mother does indeed keep bits of dead girls in her freezer, and after sewing them together into something, someone, new, she has brought them back to life. That life is confused and splintered with memories submerged and emerging, and there is much violence and vengeance too as the dead girls help mother find men who have done, or might do, terrible things. What Mother really wants is for the girls to find the man who killed her daughter, but in the end, after the dead girls try very hard to do what Mother wants, they find another purpose. Chilling, deeply unsettling, and moving.

That's it for this month's roundup! Thanks so much for reading and/or listening!

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First published at Curious Fictions. Art is a detail of Vampire Bar, Bex Glendining's cover art for Anathema #11.