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In Issue No. 7, for August 2019: three chapters from the serial Snatched Up! Also included are short stories from Variant Worlds 1, entries from new book Thorns V, and new stories on the takedown of American and how Trump will save the world. Plenty of articles to read, including Before The Moon 3, Mexico’s NWO president and full notes on Sitchin’s book The 12th Planet. Rating: HIGH controversy.
*** The short article Fantasy Italian Names will appear soon on this blog. Several other articles from the e-zine will be posted on my sister blog. Link to the blog here. ***
A paragraph or two from each of this issue’s stories:
Space Children (science fiction)
The space children stood on the barren landscape of Luna, staring out at the deep blue orb that wasn’t too far away. They were a little boy and little girl, dressed in ethereal white and holding hands, while a cool draft of solar wind ruffled their untidy hair.
“Do you really want to go there?” The little boy asked.
“It isn’t so far away.” The little girl replied.
A Doomed Affair (fantasy)
The two lovers knew their affair was doomed. They might have known this since the beginning. Nevertheless, their clandestine meetings persisted, drawing the fury of those who would endeavor to keep them apart.
Until one night, when unbeknownst to them, a trap had been set, so that when our gallant hero sought out the hand of the fair maiden, that he might draw her quietly from her noble keep and seduce her with the sweet dialogue of love, certain deceivers would observe their passing and whisper black whispers into the ears of corrupt guards, who went on to unlock the sturdy, filthy cages of those feared and hideous beasts.
Cooper And The Cats (horror)
The dog was barking again.
Cooper frowned, knowing he’d have to walk all the way across the room to reach the television set and manually turn up the volume. He hated modern TVs, especially ones that had remote controls that went bad after only seven months, or precisely one month after the warranty expired.
Not that it mattered one way or the other, the old man knew. The TV’s speaker was so small and sounded so tinny that even if he turned the sound to its maximum setting, it still wouldn’t drown out the dog’s infernal barking.
He cleared the thick phlegm in his throat by grunting and swallowing, then bellowed out, “Will you shaddap!”
The Demise Of The Queen (science fiction)
Although not designed specifically as a medical robot, the SMART android could nevertheless access medical information as well as anybody else through the simplicity of the Internet. Its diagnosis for its deceased master, the infamous Stephanya Elliott, had been a simple one: Fatal brain aneurysm. Her headaches has been getting progressively worse, her neck stiffer by the day, and her various ocular maladies; double vision, sensitivity to light, etc., had kept her confined to her luxurious canopy bed more and more frequently. There was a possibility that neurosurgeons might have been able to save her, had they been given the opportunity. But being true to her nature, Stephanya had stubbornly refused admittance to any hospital, refused even to leave her precious and isolated home near the peak of Mount San Jacinto, in the small town of Idyllwild. This rash decision, ultimately, had cost the rebellious woman her life.
The Literal, Liberal Takedown Of America (satire)
Nathan Cobbler was used to getting stepped on. In fact, you could say it was part of his hereditary lineage, his familial legacy even. Going way back when, his ancestors claimed to descend from the rebellious south under the unusual surname of Cobblestone, akin to families such as the Stonewalls or Whitefields of the time, would take whatever they were good at and used it as both their reputation-building catch-phrase and official last name. The Fletchers were good at making arrows, the Bakers were good at baking bread, and the Cobblestones were good at setting cobblestones into moist dirt or mud for creating roads. After the south lost the civil war, Nathan’s ancestors moved on to the southwest, where something or other had taken place in Texas, in a bad way I mean, and after that they kept on moving all the way west to Frisco. Nothing good was happening in that big city either, so the Cobblers, as they were calling themselves then, because Cobblestones was pretty much burned out, made it all the way down to San Diego. That’s as far as a family could go and still have a mailing address in the good, old United States Of ‘Merica.
Trump Saves The World (fantasy)
The entire world was turning upside down, Frank pondered, and no, it wasn’t because he was stretching the waistband of jeans to their limit. Too many burgers, too many pizzas had left him not wanting to go out, not wanting to socialize and be seen with his bulging gut that stayed extra fat no matter how much he walked around the block, or how many apples, bananas and oranges he mixed into his diet so he would eat less junk food. The result was Frank staying home, either playing dumb video games or watching dumb movies, because he’d long since given up on TV shows and newscasts.
He’d gotten bored enough to wade into the conspiracy side of the Internet, where half the shit he came across couldn’t possibly true, and the other half he wished wasn’t. That’s how Frank figured out the state of the world was, in a word, fucked. Never mind the constant warmongering on both sides of the aisle, the constant attacks on national sovereignty, the brutal attacks on consitutionalists and all else in the political realm.
2016, July 19 – Automatic Writing, It’s My Fault! (true paranormal)
Me: Over the last few days, and through my coins, you’ve been telling me that certain things were going to manifest. So far they have not. The best thing you can do is to say I am at fault. You know my physical parameters and you know what you are capable of, yet I have seen nothing to prove out your statements. Let’s be clear that I do not like being misled. What do you have to say?
Reply: There cannot be change in the way you would like it. You must go to your inner self to draw out that which will bear success in your everyday toil. Nothing is given. You are too impulsive to work with sometimes, and yet here we are waiting for you to pace yourself better so that we can come through in a more satisfying way. You have not begun to master the skills that are needed to proceed. You are only a fledgling in your mental exercises. You may see us or you may not, but that is not as important as it is that you follow the instructions you will be given. There are too many factors at play here, so that one or many might falter while the others are still in play. Don’t think that we have abandoned you. We are only considering and calculating what venue will work better between us.
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