*Anthophobia: an abnormal fear of flowers. “What are those doing here? Get them out of here immediately!” “Yes, right away ma’am!” “My lord, I’m surrounded by idiots! Don’t you people know that Darvians have no greenery on their planet, ever since the delegation came to Earth it’s become clear they have acute anthophobia!” -END-
Prompt: Broken Bottle Word Limit: 150 words The ocean currents carried many strange things into The City, and Meera loved examining all the artefacts that came through. She collected all that she could in a woven bag, packing it to the brim daily and carrying it back to her grotto. Meera only kept the best, … Continue reading Wednesday Prompt Smash: Broken Bottle
Prompt: Mechbear Word Limit: 150 words “Allison, what the hell is that?” Daphne gestured wildly at the hulking heap of metal in the corner of her sister’s lab. “It’s an uh, mechbear. Just a little bit of extra credit for my robotics class.” Allison was busy fiddling with a computer hard drive but she could … Continue reading Wednesday Prompt Smash: Mechbear
Another sneak peek at the excellent talent in the Australian Speculative Fiction Anthology – Beginnings!
SNEAK PEEK at a story from our ‘Beginnings’ anthology.
Edge by Alanah Andrews
Each morning as the sun peaked over the threshold of the world, Alma stood at the shore letting the colours wash blissfully over her body. First, the sky would seem just a little less dark. Then the stars would fade and a glorious display of crimson would creep over the horizon. Despite the fact that this was a daily occurrence, Alma never grew tired of observing the stunning mix of reds, pinks and oranges as they flowed like watercolour into her world.
She reached one hand up to her cheek, where a mark the colour of sunset stretched from her forehead, across her right eye, and onto her cheek. At first, Alma had felt self-conscious about the strange blemish on her skin, but her father had just smiled. “You’ve been touched by the sunrise, Alma,” he had…
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SNEAK PEEK at a story from our upcoming anthology. The Morrigan by Maddie Jensen The time for the new Morrigan’s ascent was at hand. Erin Brennan craned her neck to look up at the full moon, taking a steadying breath which misted out in front of her. This was the third Morrigan she had seen […] … Continue reading The Morrigan by Maddie Jensen (SNEAK PEEK) — Aussie Speculative Fiction
SNEAK PEEK at a story from our upcoming anthology. The Washer Woman’s Favourite by Maureen Flynn It takes something as drastic as death to find yourself face to face with Venice’s premiere Washer Woman. I wasn’t sure it really was her at first, that lumpy shadow, grey and black and looming over me. My vision […] … Continue reading The Washer Woman’s Favourite by Maureen Flynn (SNEAK PEEK) — Aussie Speculative Fiction
SNEAK PEEK at a story from our upcoming anthology. Portals by A. A. Warne Wide eyed and staring at the ceiling, Jon hadn’t slept in weeks. He had spent most of the night chewing down his nails until he reached the nail bed, then changed fingers and began again. He couldn’t remember the last time […] … Continue reading Portals by A. A. Warne (SNEAK PEEK) — Aussie Speculative Fiction
SNEAK PEEK at a story from our upcoming anthology. The Vessel by Matthew P. Copping Morning sunlight filtered through the curtained window. A beam caressed Maggie’s face and she stirred. Her head pounded and a dryness filled her mouth. Blinking the weight from her eyelids, she processed what she could see. A white dress lay […] … Continue reading The Vessel by Matthew P. Copping (SNEAK PEEK) — Aussie Speculative Fiction
A little sneak peek of my story Dealt in Sin! Very excited for this anthology and honoured to be one of the 16 authors featured.
SNEAK PEEK at a story from our upcoming anthology.
Dealt in Sin by Sasha Hanton
The heady smell of lavender choked the air. Shadows danced across the walls, twisting with the flicker of candlelight. Morgan sat in the centre of the room, her burgundy hair tumbling over her shoulders and creating a veil over her face.
She had agonised over every little detail in her preparation and it had taken days of planning to acquire the resources for the ritual. The thick white chalk lines alone had taken over a day to correctly mark on the cement floor. Twisted words rolled off her tongue as she started with a whisper, slowly raising her voice. Her eyes were closed, the strain of keeping them that way but a small price to pay if this worked. She felt a breeze surrounding her, heard the low whistle piercing the silence and sensed—deep in…
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