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When He Calls Your Name - Uncanny Magazine

There’s nights in the deep end of summer so hot and thick and wet you can feel the dark wrinkling up your fingers like bathwater—and my last night breathing was one of those. 2 a.m. came to ring my bell and found me perfectly awake, swinging back and forth on a hanging sweetheart bench with […]

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The Teleporting Disaster Fairy - Uncanny Magazine

Content note: attempted suicide   The first time Kittu teleported was into the lavatory of a plane bound for London, fifteen seconds before it crashed in a field south of Gatwick. One moment she was brushing her teeth in front of the bathroom mirror in her apartment in Toronto, wishing she had the money to […]

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What Prose Writers Can Learn from Script Writers (and What Not to Learn) - Uncanny Magazine

I occasionally write short stories, but mostly I write scripts for TV shows. Many of these shows fit neatly under the Science Fiction and Fantasy umbrellae, and many others do not. But, lucky for me, good dialogue doesn’t change depending on genre. To paraphrase and turn around what James Kirk famously observed, he works in […]

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Empty Music - Uncanny Magazine

Sometimes it gets dark in here, I need your eyes To hollow it down for me. My blood is sanguine, My heart, so steep, I imagine what it means to be Remembered this way. A dancing fire hatching Itself into a conflagration. I do not believe that I Somehow outgrew this body, because how else […]

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The Millay Illusion - Uncanny Magazine

For the whole of the year that I now look back on as the best of my life, Susanna Miller’s act began twenty-three minutes after mine ended. I went first, to warm up the crowd, followed by the dog trainer, the hypnotist, Susanna, the twin acrobats, the tenor, and lastly Frederic Bowers, the Master of […]

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The Mourning Robot - Uncanny Magazine

They came with machetes asked if we knew the way to Wonderland.   We were built to love the dead, to open our mouths and sing praise to broken   bones, hands over our eyes, aluminum sheets over our hearts.   They […]

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10 Visions of the Future; or, Self-Care for the End of Days - Uncanny Magazine

1. There is a future in which a hellgate opens off the coast of California. It happens at midnight on the first day of the new year, which is sooner than anyone expected. The waters rise and we are forced to abandon our home, but one of the neighbors has a spare raft we can […]

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Uncanny Magazine Podcast 67A - Uncanny Magazine

Welcome to Episode 67A of the award-winning Uncanny Magazine Podcast! In Episode 67A you will hear: Introduction: Michael Damian Thomas  Story: “The Millay Illusion” by Sarah Pinsker, as read by Erika Ensign Poem: “Call Us Boy.” by Somto Ihezue, as read by Matt Peters Interview: Michael Damian Thomas interviews Sarah Pinsker This podcast was produced by […]

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Signs of Life - Uncanny Magazine

If you were to drive to my sister Violet’s house today, you would find yourself at a very different place from the one I encountered on my first trip. The road up the mountain has been paved, for one thing, to make it more accessible to the tourists who now support it. Back then if […]

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Signs of Life - Uncanny Magazine

If you were to drive to my sister Violet’s house today, you would find yourself at a very different place from the one I encountered on my first trip. The road up the mountain has been paved, for one thing, to make it more accessible to the tourists who now support it. Back then if […]

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The Robot - Uncanny Magazine

Year 1 “Got a new one for you,” the mover said. Small man, in neat overalls, wheeling the box on the stacker. That’s what the robot saw when they opened the box and let it out. It stepped cautiously out into sunshine. An unfamiliar city skyline, a boxy whitewashed building in front of him, a […]