Issue #5 Contents

Fiction

Tell Me What You See by David Niall Wilson
Boogedy by Jack Fisher
The Final Fragrance by Bruce Boston
Crooked River by Lee Clark Zumpe
Life is Good by C.J. Henderson
Grinding Rock by Cody Goodfellow
Initiation Day by Amy Grech
Solvent Hunger by David Conyers
The Swamp by Mark Edward Hall

Also

Writer at Large, a new regular column on writing by Richard A. Lupoff

What Rough Beast Comes, an ongoing graphic tale by Bill Skaar & William Jones

Paganism, an article exploring the history, concepts, and contemporary Paganism by Dan Harms

The Film Vault, a new regular column featuring commentaries on unusual, overlooked, or comdemned films

Poetry by James Ambuehl, Cathy Buburuz, and James R. Cain

Artwork by Dave Senecal, Steven Gilberts, Frank Harper, Chris Hill, Bryan Reagan, Jason Whitley, and Tracey Potter Zumpe

Fiction and gaming reviews, a puzzle contest with prizes, and more!


Tell Me What You See by David Niall Wilson

"What do you see, Danny?” she asked.
“Myself,” he replied quickly, feeling her long, slender fingers working gently at the knotted muscles in his shoulders.
She slapped his cheek softly, gripped his skin and turned him back to the mirror. “No. What do you see when you look deeper. There are many kinds of mirrors, Danny....”

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Boogedy by Jack Fisher

It was the smell of hot blood that summoned them.Their spindly shapes crouched low, sitting between the trees, leaning against the trunks. They clung to the soil, half out and half effaced in shadow, in all the attitudes of hate and wrath and despair....

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The Final Fragrance by Bruce Boston

The neighborhood was one of the most affluent in the city and appeared safe enough. Yet one could never be certain. Not far to the south a twisting column of smoke rose against the sky. Mylar locked his vehicle and activated the alarms and shields. He hurried along the path to the entrance of the Sokolov mansion, glancing nervously to either side....

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Crooked River by Lee Clark Zumpe

Ronnie Wertz found himself parked on the soft shoulder along Highway 17, dwelling on the absence of headlights in his rearview mirror. Somewhere north of the Florida border, out on a strand of fractured asphalt, surrounded by an endless tangle of hardwoods, Ronnie pressed his forehead into the steering wheel. Reflexively, his fingers pinched the key and spun it forcefully. The car painlessly settled into an anxious silence....

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Life Is Good by C.J. Henderson

"Life is good.”
Edward remembered the words with an internal grimace, remembered the moment Falbert had first uttered them.
How could I have fallen for such a pitch, he wondered, now that the truth of his situation was beginning to show itself clearly....

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Grinding Rock by Cody Goodfellow

One foot in the green, and one in the black, Tim Vowles kept telling himself he was supposed to be, but all he could see was black smoke and shadows, and the eye-frying orange and hungry red of the fire all around him....

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Initiation Day by Amy Grech

A tall, lanky sophomore named David Sheffield clutched a knapsack crammed full of books, like a man protecting his most prized possessions from criminals; he took quick, long strides through the crowded hallways of Albany High. His small, brown eyes darted from side to side, wide with fear as he hurried to his next class....

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Solvent Hunger by David Conyers

Above, the shimmering heat rippled, escaping the scrub like evaporating oil, the red sun dancing . Below, the woman was still with death, her body naked and mutilated just like the last killing, violated by noxious smells....

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The Swamp by Mark Edward Hall

Listen, Sims. It was no accident that I found you after all these years. Now that I have, I’m going to jump straight to the heart of the matter. Because it’s important. Because you need to hear this. You remember the swamp, don’t you? Yeah, I thought you did. I can’t help but wonder if Johnny ever crosses your mind?

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Writer at Large by Richard A. Lupoff

It must have looked like a cover painting from Terror Tales circa 1938, illustrating a story by Wyatt Blassingame or Edith and Eiler Jakobssen or the pseudonymous Justin Case. I was lying on a contraption that looked like the offspring of a recliner mated with a hospital gurney.
There was a needle plunged into each of my arms, a set of headphones clamped to my noggin, and a video monitor placed where I could hardly look away even if I tried. White-coated figures flitted past, stopping to set a switch or turn a dial on a strange machine that whirred and buzzed at odd intervals....

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What Rough Beast Comes by Bill Skaar and William Jones

click here to open a new window and see a sneak preview from the ongoing graphic tale What Rough Beast Comes.

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Paganism by Dan Harms

Witches, forgotten gods, midnight revels — these are the staples of much Mythos fiction. At this time, however, many people practice a religion that is very similar to these popular tropes – Paganism, also known as Neopaganism. Scholars often use the latter term, but as it originally appeared as a slur, many Pagans are reluctant to accept it....

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Film Vault

Welcome to the Film Vault. Each issue presents three commentaries on unusual, overlooked, or condemned films. The commentaries are those of the critics, who are not allowed to discuss the film with each other beforehand. The three critics are C.J. Henderson, author of The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction Movies, Book of Dark Wisdom’s Reviews Editor E. S. Magill, and Feature Reviewer Brian M. Sammons. This issue features commentaries on the film Equilibrium (Dimension Films, 2002).

C. J. Henderson Says:
In a starkly hideous future, emotion is identified as the root of every problem. Thus all books, paintings, and independent thoughts are outlawed. Well-trained, heavily-armed “clerics” search for those dealing in contraband, or those who don’t take their daily dose of mind-numbing Prozium. Such folks are eliminated. The best clerics: John Preston (Christian Bale), a dedicated believer in the system until, that is, the day he misses his own Prozium dose....

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