Author: Sunni K Brock

Author Spotlight: Jason Maurer

“Subhumanity (‘monsters’) has long since attempted to integrate itself successfully into human society through the use of educational institutions commonly known as ‘monster academies.’ By providing courses that both emulate those of a normal high school (and, in some cases, the very atmosphere itself) and concrete techniques of how to integrate successfully, these ‘academies’ in theory allow subhumans to successfully integrate into human society in human form, untroubled by the bitter animosity and prejudice often characterizing relations between the two species (Burtran & Burtran, 1888; Miller & Armand, 1999).
Subhumanity has existed since time began and, it is theorized, will exist long after the advent of humanity (Groleo & Darshahn, 1892). However, this has been disputed by a number of other researchers (Armand & Miller, 2000a) as mere speculation and, at best, wishful thinking. With humanity’s population always increasing, more subhumans are attempting to integrate while fewer have chosen to remain placid or fight, and those that do are inevitably destroyed. However, through natural differences in their biology (a partially insubstantial atomic structure that is governed by species-specific physical laws—for more information, see
Armand & Miller, 2001, i.e. the micro-universe theory of subhuman structure) subhumanity has found it possible to infiltrate our society.
Subhumans originally built institutions to help integrate their own kind, but recently more humans have begun to aid in the practice, both financially and more directly.”

Author Spotlight: JG Faherty

“People always say, ‘When the time is right, you’ll know it.’ It doesn’t matter if they’re referring to falling in love, changing the path of your life, or preparing to die.
Or all of the above.
Fifteen stories below, your prospective paramours begin to notice you. Someone glances up, perhaps just to follow the flight of a bird, perhaps because they’ve caught movement out of the corner of their eye, movement where none should be.
People gasp, point and shout, drawing the attention of others. Then comes the inevitable finger pointing: Look! Up there! Is he going to jump?
And with that, the frenzy begins.”

Author Spotlight: Lois H. Gresh

“A branch tripped me just as the bells jingled for the first time. I fell, cold mud sopping my jeans, and peered through snarls of undergrowth as tangled as my hair. I saw nothing but the charcoal smudge of forest. Bells jingled again, and
then a man wheezed and I heard what sounded like reins striking a horse. An animal whinnied, and there beyond the
ancient oak, a neon-blue wheel crunched across dead leaves.

I scrabbled to my feet and headed toward the wheel. I’d never seen a horse and buggy in these woods, but then, it was only August and I’d never known the woods to sink into death this time of year either. Mind you, none of this particularly frightened me. At twelve, I was a tomboy, and I was accustomed to being on my own and taking care of both myself and my older brother.”

Author Spotlight: Melanie Tem

“Fire spun high into the city night sky and low into the night river right through the rapids, leaving streaks like stars newly lit and stars falling, sizzling in the riverbank weeds so dry from weeks without rain, illuminating and surely sometimes singeing the spinner’s pale forearms and long white-blond hair. Laura watched and trembled.
The fire-spinner was very tall, unless that was just angle and reflection and fire drawing the eye upward. Sirens sang
past, not coming here, not for this place. The fire-spinner made crazy music with a million voices, with some sort of instrument that gleamed like teeth, with ankle- and wrist- and nose- and ear-bells and -rattles invisible except for near-invisible glint. Laura thought, I could do that. Not throw fire and catch it, but my voice jumps around all over the place and my tremors could make music if I put bells on my wrists. There was always drum-play, a single kettle or a concert set or rows of them like blood beats on both sides of the river. There was always weed and wine.
‘That’s what I want to do,’ Brett said beside her.
‘Why?’ A single-word question often sounded like a challenge, but it was all she could manage right now. She hoped
he knew she was eager to understand this about him.”

Author Spotlight: Andrew S. Fuller

“He arrived in the city’s harbor overlooked by the giant female statue on the eleventh day of their September, seeking
work that he might bring his family over. Haggard and somewhat changed by his journey, but unable to sleep at night, he nestled in trees of downtown’s long green park. He sniffed their passing words until he could speak them.”