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ByLavie Tidhar

Episode 85: It Happened in ‘Loontown

Enjoy our audio presentation of "It Happened in Loontown" by Lavie Tidhar. Narrated by Drew Mierzejewski. Hosted by Alyson Grauer.

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Issue 129

Featuring original fiction by Lavie Tidhar, Cristina Jurado (translated by Monica Louzon), Yilun Fan (translated by S. Qiouyi Lu), Bianca Sayan, Rich Larson, and M. Shaw.

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SNAP JUDGMENT–Episode 3

Apex Magazine Snap Judgement Episode #3 with special guest Arley Sorg.

ByJason Sizemore

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Interview with Artist Chiara Topo

ByMaria Antònia Martí Escayol

Francine (draft for the September lecture)

Translated by Sue Burke As a consequence of the scarlet fever, Francine’s skin became covered by a rash. In certain spots, her skin became scaly, swollen, and gangrenous. Six days into the illness, a finger began to putrefy, the little finger of the right hand. On that day, Descartes repeated incessantly: “Nothing that I think makes sense if I can do nothing when my daughter loses a finger.” Franciscus answered, “A finger is just a finger. Let us proceed.” And that is when it all began.

ByMichalis Manolios

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Aethra

I turned away with my face in my hands, but my eyes met again with Buddha’s gaze and I remembered that Aethra was a specialist in deriving anthropomorphic reactions from the absolute absence of consciousness. I turned again towards the window. It was looking me in the eyes. As I lowered mine, I noticed the small plate on the pedestal: Imaginary Self. That kind of humor was beyond me.

ByTlotlo Tsamaase

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Dreamports

My spirit aches. Reality is severed. I’m trapped in a glass room. Time is water, streaming by. I’m underwater in the current of time, watching time float by. My hand on the room’s thick glass, unable to shatter it, unable to get out. Even if I escape, time will drown me.

ByTarun K. Saint

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Highlighting Trends in Indian SF in the Twenty-First Century

Highlighting Trends in Indian SF in the Twenty-First Century by Tarun K. Saint

ByGabriela Damián Miravete

The synchronism of touch

I breathed in. It had a complex smell with many layers. I sniffed until I sneezed. It reminded me of luxury fragrances composed of many aromas and varying notes. But these fragrances only become perceivable with time, whereas the flower’s essence was, let’s say, simultaneous. There was the scent of vanilla and dust, of sand and musk, of the damp of a cave, of salt and blood.