Posts Tagged ‘Weird Fiction’

WHYRWOL

“1. The entrance to whyrwol has nothing to do with keys and gates. There is no system of pulleys and no room full of ropes. Caves and caverns slope downward into the limestone hills around Oornampur town, and they are filled with calcium carbonate. Dripping is a central phenomenon inside the caves and accompanies cavers…

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DESCENT INTO THE ARCHIVES

“We require the Tirani correspondence from the archives. Do not open it. Do not read it. Bring it to us.” The instruction came from the fax machine line by line, accompanied by toneless buzzing. M. watched the paper, searching for a way to escape this assignment, but there was none. The instruction was in writing,…

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DESCENT INTO THE ARCHIVES

“We require the Tirani correspondence from the archives. Do not open it. Do not read it. Bring it to us.” The instruction came from the fax machine line by line, accompanied by toneless buzzing. M. watched the paper, searching for a way to escape this assignment, but there was none. The instruction was in writing,…

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WORDS OF STONE AND STRAW

“Absence of light played over life-sized strawmen and creaking shelves. A door flew open, a fugitive rushed in from the street, candles flickered violently. ‘You must help me!’ The shopkeeper looked up behind her counter: ‘Must I?’” Published in: Fantasy Shorts (April 2020)  

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THE CARNIVAL OF HUMAN NATURE

“Welcome to the carnival city, most extraordinary of visitors, our highly distinguished patrons.” The words reverberated from the house walls in a chorus of echoes, emanating from the gills of somber gargoyles and from murmuring water pipes. The city was a maze of fog and bridges, gondolas drifting over canals, their punting poles stirring up…

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DESCENT INTO THE ARCHIVES

“We require the Tirani correspondence from the archives. Do not open it. Do not read it. Bring it to us.” The instruction came from the fax machine line by line, accompanied by toneless buzzing. M. watched the paper, searching for a way to escape this assignment, but there was none. The instruction was in writing,…

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THE GARBAGE MANDALA

“Irakov’s breath condensed in the air, barely visible in the traces of brightness that trickled down from the streetlights. The hours before dawn always seemed to be the coldest, perhaps because they were furthest from the sun, perhaps because the men themselves were still at their most vulnerable. “It’s some kind of mechanical device, like…

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Video: THE DUST BATHYNAUT

Please check out the kickstarter for “Sins and Other Worlds”, a marvelous anthology of dark science fiction put together by Eric Fomley and containing my story “The Dust Bathynaut”!

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THE TYRANT AND THE FOG

“A thick and heavy fog was hanging over the street, a theater curtain possessed by unnatural life. If the Castaway extended his arm, the fog swallowed his hand, transmuted it into something strange, a black claw or a hovering insect. The Castaway looked around, searching for some point of reference, something familiar. The fog ebbed…

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