Your Own Year-End Wrap-Up

It’s that time. That time where I want you to dig deep, grit your teeth, and pick your absolute FAVORITE THINGS OF THE YEAR. In each, you will pick one favorite thing — not three, not two. I want you to imagine that someone is dangling you over a pit, and in the pit is this goose. This goose will hurt you if you do not play by the rules. He’ll hurt you, your family, your friends. This is not a nice goose. So: play by the rules. Here, then, are... Read The Rest →

Tiny Little Tiddle Drops Of Newsy-Woozy Booky Bits

Ahem. A few flares shot up in the darkness, here – Two new anthologies have landed, each containing a short story of mine. First up: Dangerous Games, from Solaris, a SFF anthology about playing games. Features my story, “Big Man.” (A story about road rage, highway races, and the expectations of masculinity.) Features stories by Hilary Monahan, Pat Cadigan, Lavie Tidhar, Nik Vincent, and more. (Particularly exciting being in an anthology with Pat Cadigan — really, she was my introduction to cyberpunk way back when, so sharing pages with her? So cool.)... Read The Rest →

Flash Fiction Challenge: The Randomized Title Rears Its Head

Last week’s challenge: Holiday Horror! I love the random title challenge. I love it so much I wanna hug it. I wanna hug it so much it explodes. Anyway. Way it works is this: you pick one from the two columns of 20 either by using a d20 die or a random number generator, and smooshing the word from Column One with the word from Column Two gets you a title. (You can modify that title slightly by putting “The” in front of it or making the title plural or... Read The Rest →

Amy K. Nichols: Five Things I Learned Writing Now That You’re Here

One minute Danny was running from the cops, and the next, he jolted awake in an unfamiliar body—his own, but different. Somehow, he’s crossed into a parallel universe. Now his friends are his enemies, his parents are long dead, and studious Eevee is not the mysterious femme fatale he once kissed back home. Then again, this Eevee—a girl who’d rather land an internship at NASA than a date to the prom—may be his only hope of getting home.  Eevee tells herself she’s only helping him in the name of quantum... Read The Rest →

Elf On The Shelf: Santa’s Secret Police

Fuck you, Elf on the Shelf. I know your game. Oh, hey, sure, you’re just a little elf, precious and twee. Big eyes and long limbs and that jaunty fucking cap. Sitting there on the shelf, or the counter, or riding the dog like a mount into battle. Harmless! Fun! Elfy! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! You piece of shit. Listen, I was already a little dubious of Santa. Big jolly white gent. Lives in total isolation at the extreme north — the very frozen nipple of the globe.... Read The Rest →

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