"Watchboy"
excerpted from IF11
Editor 1 month ago

The Watchboy’s monotone voice echoed between the close walls of the street. “You are in violation of… Read More

 
Q&A w/ Colette Black
author of Watchboy
Merriam Jones 1 month ago

In the world I imagined, religion still existed, but where freedoms are limited, religious freedoms… Read More

 
"Magic Marker"
excerpted from IF09
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Max opened the box, and the marker told him that if he picked any other color he was a dead boy. The… Read More

 
Zombies, Run! 5k Training
Joseph Thompson 1 month ago

When writing a review, a good reviewer usually hides far behind the words so readers can focus on th… Read More

 
"Bastion"
excerpted from IF08
Editor 2 months ago

I want to tell her about the rancid air. About the stinking, decaying bodies of the men and the woma… Read More

 
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“Watchboy”
excerpted from IF11

The Watchboy’s monotone voice echoed between the close walls of the street. “You are in violation of ordinance three, two, four, one, dash, five, six…” The numbers continued without inflection. I’d never heard a Watchboy speak before. It sounded so unreal, inhuman. As the kid finished the sequence, Christian turned and spit on the ground between them.

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Q&A w/ Colette Black
author of Watchboy

In the world I imagined, religion still existed, but where freedoms are limited, religious freedoms are also repressed. I don’t believe a lack of religious thought has anything to do with technology, other than how much that technology might allow others to control our behavior. I have a friend from Poland who cried when she read this story. She said it reminded her of her childhood under communist rule, and that my portrayal of the US under similar circumstances was so realistic that it brought her to tears.

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“Magic Marker”
excerpted from IF09

Max opened the box, and the marker told him that if he picked any other color he was a dead boy. The marker was absolute black and flashing bright like a TV screen stuck in the instant of being turned off. Static prickled Max’s fingertips when he touched it. “What color are you called?” Max asked.

Zombies, Run! 5k Training

Zombies, Run! 5k Training

When writing a review, a good reviewer usually hides far behind the words so readers can focus on the book or movie. But when it comes to a fitness regime like the Zombies, Run! 5k Training, it might be nice to know if the reviewer is a total jock with zero percent body fat and a college education paid for by track and field scholarships. I wish that was me.

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“Bastion”
excerpted from IF08

I want to tell her about the rancid air. About the stinking, decaying bodies of the men and the woman who broke into our house. How much worse it is outside. How there are bodies lying on the road: adults, children, animals. Unrecognizable.



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“He Kindly Stopped for Me”
excerpted from What Rough Beasts

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