November 10, 2015

Short Fiction Appreciation by Ursula Vernon

There’s a phenomenon well known to artists where the people who paint the weirdest, darkest, most demon-riddled work frequently tend to be absolutely lovely, mild-mannered individuals with gentle senses of humor. When artists get together and laugh about this phenomenon,…

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To Die Dancing

Half a block away I could feel it already, the old giddiness, the limb-tingling bliss at being about to dance, to sweat, to shake my body beside other bodies, and that’s when I knew I was in true mortal peril.
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