Paranormal

By Yukimi Ogawa 9 June 2014 How convenient, this loose-fitting thing called a kimono. When the sky w...

26 October 2009 The superheroes sit in a back booth at Barnaby's Ye Olde Tavern and Pizza. It's not ...

By Michelle Ann King 2 June 2014 Jessica answers the phone without opening her eyes, knowing it'll b...

By Sunny Moraine 21 October 2013 On Tuesdays and Thursdays we go to feed the house. Zhan takes me. W...

By Yukimi Ogawa 11 March 2013 At the counter of a marriage agency at the end of the town, I felt my ...

By Damien Angelica Walters 6 January 2014 They teach you a lot of things in school, in training. One...

2 May 2011 Mkali is a proud woman. She knows it because everyone says so, though she's never thought...

By Élisabeth Vonarburg 30 June 2014 This story was selected for Strange Horizons by this week's repr...

By Jessica Barber 2 January 2012 The last song and dance number that Izzie Valdes performs in the El...

By Toh EnJoe 18 March 2013 Translated from the Japanese by Terry Gallagher. The Aharonov-Bohm-Curry-...

By Karin Tidbeck 4 March 2013 Then came that Thursday in February when I stepped into my psychiatris...

22 December 2003 Here's a secret of the North Pole: Santa powders his hands with talc before donning...

By Lavie Tidhar 11 February 2013 Arriving in Krung Thep, Bashō wrote: Ol laet Oli stap singaot Olbao...

By Erik Amundsen 4 February 2013 Murr must always be traveling to the right. In the kid's language t...

By Benjamin Rosenbaum 18 June 2012 There's an angle, aq, which is like breakfast in a muddy room, li...

1 June 2009 Part 1 of 2 Monday, 27 Maius, 1831 AA By Divine providence, we captured the mermaid with...

By Damien Walters Grintalis 21 January 2013 I. FRAME We sang our first bridge, a marvel of twisted c...

23 April 2007 Everyone has a story; everyone's got their whys and howcomes. By the time they get to ...

2 April 2007 Mr. Nine sat in the shade of the baobab tree, his blanket of warez spread before him on...

By Susan Jane Bigelow 19 May 2014 Once, I dreamed that I had a son named Sheldon, and my grief tore ...

By Susan Jane Bigelow 19 May 2014 Once, I dreamed that I had a son named Sheldon, and my grief tore ...

1 August 2005 Long ago, our ancestors looked at the sky and saw gods. Their ancestors saw only stars...

29 August 2005 The city—my city—is quiet tonight. I'm not complaining. That same quiet makes it easi...

23 October 2006 For Philip Larkin Part One: Saturn/Escape "You're not supposed to be here, kid." He ...

Mutende was amused to see how many other students, high-born though they were, made signs to ward off evil. Less amusing was that he had to stop himself from doing the same.

"Let me guess," Sara said, "you went chasing after a missing cat, got five metres off the ground and then forgot you had a body. Right?"

But he’d never been just an arm’s length away from a spaceship before, the way he was now. And that’s why he felt like crying.

In the old stories, strangers at the door could be disguised gods, so you had to invite them in. It was a sin to turn away a guest. Atithi devo bhava. Sanskrit: the guest is God.

When Coco told her the truth, she found it easy to believe. She demanded no proof. Jia Qi had already known that there was something magical about lion dance.

The bell, the lantern, the witching hour. Undone shirt cuffs, unkempt hair. A refugee from the republic of conscience.