They say there ain’t no sound quite so terrifying as a collapsing Rust mine. From how the older Extractors tell it, the worst of it ain’t the rumble of Martian rock and mud all around you, but the silence afterward. Today I found out for myself. I felt it […]
Eva’s breathing grew labored as she climbed the seventy-two steps to the lighthouse’s lantern room. The village doctor had told her once that she had a weak heart. Things will be harder for you than they are for others, Eva. Only it never felt like her heart. She stood panting at
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Introducing Intrepidlode at Intrepidus Ink Many authors try to match a magazine’s creative vision only to face rejection. But an acceptance is a combination of brand matching and great storytelling. Still, we understand the challenge of constantly adjusting your creative lens from one magazine to another. That’s why we want to be exceptionally clear about
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I saw her as soon as I materialized in Golden Gate Park. She lounged on a blanket, waiting for the Jefferson Airplane concert. The crown of dandelions adorning her hair seemed familiar somehow. She turned toward me, perhaps sensing my stare—and I swayed on my feet, knocked dizzy by a rush of déjà
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When the monsoon failed to arrive that year, the people of Ghoshpara began to mutter beneath their breath that someone had stolen the clouds. The ponds cracked into mirror-shards, the frogs turned mute, and the banana leaves drooped like weary hands. Only one person seemed untouched by the heat: little Mita, who walked
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There once was a boy who wished he had a brother, for he was lonely, his mom always at work or in bed or in court fighting his father, who’d gone to live with another family. The boy had seen magic in movies and figured he could do something about his loneliness. So
The hall around me echoed; a smell of wax and wet stone drifted through the air. Incense swirled, its twisting, grey mist drifted toward the vaulted ceiling. Thousands of candles threw flickering light onto the ancient pillars. The gold-etched spines of ledgers stretched back into the dim recesses of the Archive’s hallways.
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Freya crouched precariously atop the mound of discarded metal. She toyed with the intricate pistons of a small gyrocopter engine, its brass casing glinting against the red rust of the sunset. She tugged the engine free of the surrounding scrap, sending it toppling towards her cart below, piled high with parts. To anyone
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Think of the start of a story as a dating profile. The opening often determines whether a reader or editor swipes left and moves on to something else or swipes right and keeps reading. Context, commitment, characters, conflict, and clarity can make an opening awesome. CONTEXT Context involves grounding the reader by establishing the setting
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During a recent museum trip, I discovered how dazzling details make Takashi Murakami’s artwork magical. But you don’t have to incorporate a tiny self-portrait and a prized pet, like Murakami did in his painting Tan Tan Bo, aka Gerotan: Scorched by the Blaze in the Purgatory of Knowledge, into your own work to make it
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