Herschel was a decent man before the angels arrived. Now there were no decent men or women, just the claimed and the dead. The dead were not truly dead, it was just the name the angels gave them. The dead referred to themselves as the decayed, as zombies, as dung beetles, as bodies without spirits,…
Category: Issue #7
“You Forever” by Maxine Sophia Wolff
Somewhere in the city a judge is counting money. Somewhere in the city three men stand shirtless in the rain. Somewhere in the city a baby cries. ~ The city is long and tall, and made up of many layers. The city sleeps but never dreams; the city pumps blood through its veins. ~ I…
From the Editor: Making Fiction Uncomfortable Again by Jonny Pickering
One of the reasons Seize The Press exists is because contemporary short fantasy and science fiction tends to be dominated by middle class writers who don’t understand what it’s like to have never been economically comfortable, and it’s often reflected in the kinds of stories they tell. Take a look at the big awards for…