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In Issue No. 8, for October 2019: the conclusion of the serial Snatched Up! Also, more short stories from Variant Worlds 1 and a 30 page excerpt from work in progress Tales From The Savage Lands 8. The main article is Before The Moon Existed, Parts 4 through 9, plus an addendum showing that NINE different cultures from around the world remember a time before the moon! Rating: HIGH controversy.
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A paragraph or two from each of this issue’s stories:
Conroy’s Job Search (near future)
Having reached a point of dismal dissatisfaction at his place of work, Conroy decided to seek out other, hopefully more rewarding employment elsewhere. During his single day of rest, the young man set out for the city’s recently redesigned business district. As the public transport carried him towards his destination, he realized the vastness of the commercial sector, where hundreds of city blocks had been dedicated exclusively to commerce.
The transit vehicle had no roof or side windows on it today, as it was a very pleasant day. Resting an antsy elbow on the vehicle’s rounded, hard plastic edge, Conroy’s head darted back and forth as he categorized and organized the most appealing prospects in his mind.
Junior Hypnotherapy Gone Wrong (sci-fi, horror)
As the white security door swung open, John and Jenny stepped into the apartment. To the delight of the other two couples waiting inside, they carried in their arms paper sacks bulging with goodies: chips, dips, soda and beer.
“We’ve got a party going on in here!” Tammy announced, from her seat on the couch next to her boyfriend Tom.
Tales From The Savage Lands 8 (medieval fantasy)
Sunset to the east of the Gaudrian Ocean meant it was late afternoon in the west. In the frontier town of Sendoah, all manner of workers were ending their shifts for the day, with most cleaning up and preparing for that night’s entertainment. The River Bows was full of people, mostly men, not all of them human, who were washing up. This included a group of seven rebels from Earth who were recently sucked onto Grond through magical means.
Standing waist deep in slow drifting water was the long and lanky Rex. The teenager was having a dilemma in trying to decide whether he would look tougher with his long hair pulled into a top-knot or a knot down by the back of his neck. The day before, he’d tried a ponytail, only to have his so-called friends rib him for it into the night.
“Are you looking at my balls again?” The sturdy gang member Bulldog asked. “Don’t deny it. I know you were. You were looking at my balls from the corner of your eye, weren’t you?”
“I was not looking at your balls!” Rex protested.
“Sometimes, I look at them too.” Bulldog kept at it. “They’re nice balls. Who wouldn’t want to look at them? There’s a bear here who thinks he’s an artist. Maybe I’ll ask him to paint a picture of my balls for you. You can hang it up over where you sleep.”
Vee, The Bounty Hunter (medieval fantasy)
Her name was Veez-ha, but most who knew her called her Vee for short. She was a Felinian, a cat woman from the lowlands of Ha-Navas, hence the ha portion of her name. Vee had short fur colored in strong gray, with a good balance of black stripes on her limbs and back, and a lighter gray on her front, most noticeable from her chest to her sex. Felinians were usually hunters who stayed in their homelands, but not Vee. She needed more of a challenge to her life, and so did her mate Kluh-ha, whom most called simply Kloo. They were good trackers, both of them, good enough that humans hired them to find lost livestock, to recover goods, and every so often, as on this occasion, to become bounty hunters and bring fugitives to justice.
Vee could never understand the evil that men wrought upon other men. Her people were not like that. They did fight, of course, because everyone fought, but they were communal folk that understood the necessity of hunting together and building together for the common good. Her people would never have entertained the violent thoughts these criminals had, or acted upon, such as killing a poor man for his wagon full of rye stalks, and raping that man’s young wife while the little ones watched. Kloo and Vee had been hired to find those men and capture them, but if that were not easily done, to kill the men and return with their bodies, so that a human shaman could curse their souls into black stones, and cast those stones into the depths of the sea so they would never be reborn again.
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