When Raspberries Bloom in August

Varadin Karamazov found the raspberry blooms one late afternoon in August – a whole month after the last bush had been picked clean and every berry had been boiled into jam. The spindly bushes that lined the Karamazov’s garden now dipped under the weight of blossoms that reminded Varadin of the sights of his youth. Colors bright and […]

A Hard Truth About Waste Management

The family liked so much to flush their trash down the toilet that they sold their TV and used the money to buy three chairs to arrange in their upstairs restroom. This was a time when trash flushing was not an uncommon practice, but, even so, the extent of the family’s enjoyment was rare. Where most […]

Mutation Planet

Filled with ominous mutterings, troubled by ground-trembling rumblings, the vast and brooding landscape stretched all around in endless darkness and gloom. Across this landscape the mountainous form of Dominus moved at speed, a massed, heavy shadow darker than the gloom itself, sullenly majestic, possessing total power. Above him the opaque sky, lurid and oppressively close, intermittently […]

The Magnetized Corpse

Translated by Brian Stableford Originally published in 1845 With regard to good stories, here is one that was told to me by a trustworthy man, who claimed to be the friend of a friend of an eye-witness who played a significant role in the drama that I am about to relate to you briefly, not without making the ardent wish […]

The Din of Celestial Birds

When he returned, stumbling down the mountain and out of the jungle, he did not remember anything beyond having entered the stone hovel and seen, in the far corner of the dirt floor, a cage, partly covered in a feathered cloak. Even from the door, it did not seem that the hovel had been entered or the […]

The Hide

The birds were white as they flew over the marsh, across the reedbeds and the frosted meres, but as they drew level with the hide their shade changed, from white to black. I saw their crimson eyes, sparks in the cloudy dark, as they disappeared into the storm. Richard and I crouched in the hide and waited. […]

Bird Walks in New England

I followed my boyfriend to the city because I was in love with him.  He had come to fetch me from across the country, like a knight riding in for his damsel.  He had dark and curly hair.  My family is fair, and there was something about his darkness, something sharp and sexy and wild, that told […]

Ghoulbird

Translated into English by Gio Clairval My old friend, Dr. *** from Chateauroux, had recommended that I visit the manor of Guernipin in Brenne, between Mezières and Rosnay, if the master of the house was kind enough to invite me, his mood being such that he was seldom inclined to grant the requests of the strangers […]

Down the Wall

Greer Gilman is an American author of fantasy stories. Her novel Moonwise won the Crawford Award in 1991. Her triptych of linked stories, Cloud & Ashes: Three Winter’s Tales, won the Tiptree Award in 2009 and was shortlisted for the Mythopoeic Award in 2010. Her story “A Crowd of Bone,” originally published in the anthology […]

Ocelia, Ocelia

Ocelia, Ocelia, tell me who has hurt you. Who plucked your wings bare? Who stole your scarlet feathers? Was it the men I saw launch themselves off the cliff, the ones that hid behind the ashen clouds? What names did they call one another? Describe to me their plumage and whistle patterns. Ocelia, my little sister, […]