Blood From a Far Off Place by Iago-de-Xibalba, literature
Blood From a Far Off Place
Quiver full of bullet tipped arrows.
The bow of aluminum my dad made in high school.
I step into the sunlight on the south side of the house.
I don't know why I pull the bowstring
back to my eye, aim upward, and loose.
Straight above my head.
And the voice said,
"You are a most common creature,
though of a peculiar people."
The Sun glints off the arrow's shaft.
I shade my eyes and wonder how long
before the arrow hits me. How long before
I step aside. How long to decipher a riddle
from a lipless voice.
Now I'm 16.
These days, I fire two arrows above my head.
Bring back that voice.
One arrow. Two seconds la
Unclassified Survival Guide by leftomaniac, literature
Unclassified Survival Guide
HOW TO CREATE A HAUNTED TREE
1. Marry someone you don't love.
If you are already in a loveless marriage, you can skip this step.
2. Bring up the subject of moving with your spouse.
Prepare a list or reasons you want to move. Pick someplace very far away, ideally in another country. Be firm but not impatient, do not seem over eager. Tie up any loose ends, ship possessions ahead and be ready to leave at a moment's notice. Expect this step to take some time.
3. Create a garden in the backyard.
Mention to your spouse how relaxing gardening is, and point out that it will raise the value of your home. If you do not have a yard, locate a s
Janice didn't rush towards the dome wall. She limped as fast as she could, shifting weight to her good foot, painfully moving forward. She splayed her hands on the transparent wall and gazed at the growing crack. I realized I was holding my breath - everyone was - but I relaxed when the crack stopped growing. Janice sighed, lowered her head and just stood there, hands still on the wall, her silhouette framed by the red sand outside.
I wanted to get up from the gray grass, to tell Janice it was all going to be okay. I wanted to tell her it was just a surface crack and that I would fix it in the morning, before I did my rounds checking the ai
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I follow SFFH (science fiction/fantasy + a little horror) so that's what's gonna be listed here. Generally speaking markets here are ones I'm planning to send stuff to, or in a few rare cases ones I've been/will be published in. There are plenty of comprehensive listings...I don't think the world needs another. Most of these take a range of word counts. Some of the established markets take both prose and poetry. If I get around to adding details I will, but like, READ BEFORE SUBMITTING I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH It is considered unprofessional to: respond to a form rejection with anything beyond a 'thank you for your time' respond to a personal rejection with an unsolicited rewrite (although not the end of the universe to ask if they'd like to see one - just be prepared they may not respond) send in something that is currently available online - and yes, posting to DA counts as using up first publication rights expect editors/writers to make an exception for you unless they