Sing Me Your Scars” by Damien Angelica Walters: Strange Games of Sadistic Symmetry

The third entry in the Apex Voices series, Sing Me My Scars by Damien Angelica Walters is a sharp treatise on the subject of human pain, in all its forms, and what comes after. Underlying the physical torments endured by Walters’ protagonists are believable emotional horrors with which most readers will relate. Realistic tragedies – loss of love, proxy […]

The Upper Berth

The Upper Berth” is the final story in our weird voyages and strange seas week which featured three strange stories set at sea. – The Editors I Somebody asked for the cigars. We had talked long, and the conversation was beginning to languish; the tobacco smoke had got into the heavy curtains, the wine had got into […]

The Sand-man

The following story is part of our uncanny literature week. Be sure to check out our interview with Marjorie Sandor as well as Sandor’s essay on the subject. “The Sand-man“1 Translated by J. T. Bealby Nathanael to Lothair I know you are all very uneasy because I have not written for such a long, long time. Mother, to be sure, is […]

A Conversation about the Uncanny: Marjorie Sandor talks about her new anthology The Uncanny Reader

I’ve always thought of weird fiction and uncanny literature as being one and the same. It was only until recently when I read an anthology called The Uncanny Reader: Stories from the Shadows that I realized that while there are many commonalities and similarities, the uncanny and the weird aren’t exactly synonymous. In The Uncanny Reader, the editor, Marjorie Sandor, opens with […]

The Latin Cities

Translated by Fionn Petch The following story originally appeared on Palabras Errantes. Visit the Palabras Errantes page where you can also read the original version in Spanish. *** A, of the many entrances: its walls are made of doors and the inhabitants all have a window to the front – whether painted or not we do not know. B, […]

Tin Cans

I am an old man — too old to really care. My wife died on the day the Moscow Olympics opened, and my dick had not done anything interesting since the too optimistic Chechen independence. I shock people when I tell them how young I was when the battleship Aurora gave its fateful blast announcing the Revolution. And yet, life […]