
Tunku Halim is a Malaysian-born writer of horror, science fiction, and fantasy. He’s seen two novels published, four collections of short stories, and runs a popular blog at tunkuhalim.wordpress.com
Read MoreInterview with Tunku Halim
I am delighted to welcome you to the special World SF issue of Apex Magazine. This month, The Apex Book of World SF is officially released, an anthology of fifteen stories of science fiction, fantasy and horror from around the world.
Read MoreIssue 5 Guest Editorial
At first, she sang to remember. It was a way to pass the long, dark time, a way to drown out the buzz in her head when the earth shook and the bunker rattled, a way to live outside the bars of her cage, to be a woman who smoked and drank, flirted and pined, flipped her pin curls and married a man for his car.
Read MoreA Poor Man’s Roses
The first time he sees the Royal Observatory he is three days shy of his twelfth birthday. It’s spring, a clear night, the stars unveiling themselves in small groups as the sky overhead grows dark.
Read MoreTo Dream of Stars: An Astronomer’s Lament
Master told us that the earth was hollow, and that we lived on the inside of it, clinging to the top of the crust. Below us was another world, a world inside the world, a glowing bright sun of a place. What Master called the summerlands.
Read MoreGhost Technology from the Sun
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a chance to catch up with Brandon Massey. We first met at HorrorFind IV where we were on what was probably the first “black people who write horror” panel.
Read MoreInterview with Brandon Massey
Five years after her husband died, two years after she moved to a cabin in Montana, and six months after the world ended, Marie opened her curtains to discover her front garden overrun with roving, stumbling advertisements.
Read MoreAdvertising at the End of the World
The phone call from Johnny came late that night, after nine, when I’d already decided that the dinner was a bust and was sadly finishing the entire pan of chimichangas.
Read MoreFungal Gardens
The girl lived in the basement where the air was cool and damp and quiet. Company was coming over tonight, her mother had said, so the girl had better make sure her room was spotless.
Read MoreThe Girl in the Basement