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Saturday, July 31, 2021

MicroMystery Issue ☇ 26


     Welcome to the twenty-sixth issue of the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. Rolling out in the aftermath of the Year of Perfect Vision post-pandemic, we have all been directly affected by the widespread repercussions of the latest coronavirus epidemic proliferating through the human race. In times like these the turbulence of actual events remains enough, not to mention the exacerbation of viewing and processing it all through the multiple lenses behind the masks of identity on up through the massive thought-provoking hypnosis by the media feeding into the conglomerate of motifs and memes that self-identify in our view as the open market of soul possession and mass-conducted consumption of the celluloid shadow ghosts dancing on the screens of our mind's eye, the monsters of vision we love so much beckoning us to succumb to their predatory embrace in the middle of the night.  

     The Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction has been chronicled online since the summer of two-thousand-and-nine and archived for posterity ever since, for anyone to stumble upon while surfing along the breakers and eddies of the world wide web to encounter a story they've never read by an author they may or may not have ever heard about before, accompanied by some interesting artwork by an intriguing coterie of artists sharing a strange magnetic attraction to each other's inner vibrations. This issue began upon a blank canvas, like all the issues before it, only this time the canvas has been constructed of polarized energy particles shining in quantum magnetic suspension and supplying the necessary chain of interactions to illuminate your home screen. 


      Without the following friends and acquaintances on FB this august issue would not be possible, which streamed in realtime throughout the month of July in the year following the Covid-19 pandemic. I owe debts of gratitude to the following cohorts in bringing madness and delirium so perfectly into focus. Callum Leckie, we met back in the squalid depths of the interwoven kingdoms of the cybernetic world. You were among the first lost souls I discovered on my own wayward journey towards oblivion. That we are collaborating now with my short experimental fiction [Broken Head] in this issue where I've interpolated some of my favorite Eno lyrics into the narrative fills me with a distant sense of satisfaction. Here's to you across the turbulent waters of the sea, mate. I look forward to more fantastic configurations upon which we might yet collaborate.  

     To Jason Barnett, thanks for letting me raid your stash of stark and horrifying images by which I can pilfer certain bits and shrieking niblets to crop and post up front and center over any story with which it resonates on deeper levels than perhaps humankind's eyes were meant to gaze upon for free.  The vision resonating in my head that's been fed by the nanobots a-swarming in my brain have directed me by multiple strings conducting a symphony of pouring pain and beauty in the form of words and pictures arriving from the remotest depths of the human carnival of living souls we call the internet.  I sure hope your band Petrification returns to SLC for another night of sonic attack and devastation. I'm quite grateful for your participation here on the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction.  

     To Drew Roulette, your paintings are one of a kind as is your generous soul which I can feel radiating all the way out here even though we've only met about ten times at each and every show your band Dredg played to which I was lucky enough to attend, from Las Vegas to Salt Lake City you guys swept through plenty of times and those will always stay among the greatest shows I've been to in a lifetime of so many concerts it's a wonder they've not all been lost in a blur of memories reeling by over the years yet somehow I can remember each one pretty clear if I stop to think about it for a moment.  Back to the Future indeed, for that's where we're always aimed at and it seems like we'll never arrive but that's only because we haven't removed the blinders from our eyes which merged into a third one refracted from the rest into becoming a panopticon of panorama which puts our vision to the test.  As someone once upon a time sang, "Use your illusion," and I'm thankful you've let me use yours in this webzine. 


     A hearty shout out to my fellows in writing J.R. Torina and Keith Graham. The Freezine featured Mr. Torina eleven-and-a-half years ago when we serialized his old school Lovecraftian pulp novel The House in the Port (two years before it appeared in print from Sutekh Productions in March of 2012). We're all too happy up here on our lofty webzine a certain fraction of the way into our exosphere that J.R. took the time to write down Anthropophagus from having had a dream about it. I'm gratified that he jotted it down as best as he could in his notebook before its grisly details could fade altogether from his mind.  Good thing he sent it in because the Freezine considers itself an expert on dreams. I was able to match three snippets of Jason Barnett's illustrious virtual gallery of vivid phantasmagoria to accompany this fruiting nightmare of reversed putrefaction.  These two dark artists from the extreme underground resonate with each other in my view, and I remain indebted to them both for this collaboration the Freezine brings to you. 

     Where would we be without Keith Graham? It turns out that from a recent nanohost missive, there's a direct correlation plainly established between his body of work online and the vectors of distribution which the transmission from the nine stranded astronauts on Ceres in the year 2045 have managed to direct toward us in their concerted effort to reach out and positively affect a percentage of the human populace into executing a program of their passion for the love of doing it rather than for monetary gain. This sequence of missives fired back in time through the heart of Sagittarius A-Star sprayed the decades like so many flying bits of rock salt blasted from a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun. It was invariable that some of that would spray laterally through temporal cross sections of electromagnetic energy and end up hitting me, when I happened to walk by a C-arm flashing blue laser light in the radiology department of a hospital I used to work at.  Little did I know then that my impulse to put out the Freezine was being guided by a crew of dedicated astronauts trapped on Ceres. But I've gotten off track and almost forgot to thank Keith for sending in his story Two Annies right in the nick of time to feature it as the closer of our august, I mean July issue of this radiant zine. Thanks for being my right hand man and partner in crime, Keith.  That you dare assist me in this rash endeavor has helped keep this cyberliterary vessel afloat upon the photons behind the screens of our mind for quite some time. 

Thanks for reading 
the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. 
Here's the TOC for the 26th issue 
dubbed MicroMystery ☇ 26  

art from the public domain

photo by S. Lawton

     And that's a wrap for yet another issue of the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. Thanks to all of our readers and followers and regular contributors and those eager souls along for the ride over the years while we gather together to keep the gears turning and new stories coming with flourishing artwork that keeps outcropping along the perimeters of this seemingly randomly generated cyberzine blossoming along the virtual contours of the ever morphing world wide web.   Stay tuned to this same digital bat channel for the next issue to be generated whenever I've received enough submissions that will fit the overall tone and expectations of fine quality pulp fiction providing a temporary escape from the otherwise alluring ravages of the circumstances of the world into which we are all embroiled. 

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  1. This is looking awesome, Shaun! (Chaz here with my ancient blogger account) I need to set some time aside and just read all this.

    1. Thanks, Data. The Nanochronicles \ Trapped on Ceres infodump is one step closer to coming into fruition. The latest missive from the microSwarm has been intercepted—


Archive of Stories
and Authors

J.R. Torina's

J.R. Torina's

J.R. Torina was DJ for Sonic Slaughter-
house ('90-'97), runs Sutekh Productions
(an industrial-ambient music label) and
Slaughterhouse Records (metal record
label), and was proprietor of The Abyss
(a metal-gothic-industrial c.d. shop in
SLC, now closed). He is the dark force
behind Scapegoat (an ambient-tribal-
noise-experimental unit). THE HOUSE
IN THE PORT is his first publication.

Sean Padlo's

Sean Padlo's

Sean Padlo's exact whereabouts
are never able to be fully
pinned down, but what we
do know about him is laced
with the echoes of legend.
He's already been known
to haunt certain areas of
the landscape, a trick said
to only be possible by being
able to manipulate it from
the future. His presence
among the rest of us here
at the freezine sends shivers
of wonder deep in our solar plexus.

Konstantine Paradias & Edward

Konstantine Paradias's

Konstantine Paradias is a writer by
choice. At the moment, he's published
over 100 stories in English, Japanese,
Romanian, German, Dutch and
Portuguese and has worked in a free-
lancing capacity for videogames, screen-
plays and anthologies. People tell him
he's got a writing problem but he can,
like, quit whenever he wants, man.
His work has been nominated
for a Pushcart Prize.

Edward Morris's

Edward Morris's

Edward Morris is a 2011 nominee for
the Pushcart Prize in literature, has
also been nominated for the 2009
Rhysling Award and the 2005 British
Science Fiction Association Award.
His short stories have been published
over a hundred and twenty times in
four languages, most recently at
PerhihelionSF, the Red Penny Papers'
SUPERPOW! anthology, and The
Magazine of Bizarro Fiction. He lives
and works in Portland as a writer,
editor, spoken word MC and bouncer,
and is also a regular guest author at
the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival.

Tim Fezz's

Tim Fezz's

Tim Fezz hails out of the shattered
streets of Philly destroying the air-
waves and people's minds in the
underground with his band OLD
FEZZIWIG. He's been known to
dip his razor quill into his own
blood and pen a twisted tale
every now and again. We are
delighted to have him onboard
the FREEZINE and we hope
you are, too.

Daniel E. Lambert's

Daniel E. Lambert teaches English
at California State University, Los
Angeles and East Los Angeles College.
He also teaches online Literature
courses for Colorado Technical
University. His writing appears
in Silver Apples, Easy Reader,
Other Worlds, Wrapped in Plastic
and The Daily Breeze. His work
also appears in the anthologies
When Words Collide, Flash It,
Daily Flash 2012, Daily Frights
2012, An Island of Egrets and
Timeless Voices. His collection
of poetry and prose, Love and
Other Diversions, is available
through Amazon. He lives in
Southern California with his
wife, poet and author Anhthao Bui.


Phoenix has enjoyed writing since he
was a little kid. He finds much import-
ance and truth in creative expression.
Phoenix has written over sixty books,
and has published everything from
novels, to poetry and philosophy.
He hopes to inspire people with his
writing and to ask difficult questions
about our world and the universe.
Phoenix lives in Salt Lake City, Utah,
where he spends much of his time
reading books on science, philosophy,
and literature. He spends a good deal
of his free time writing and working
on new books. The Freezine of Fant-
asy and Science Fiction welcomes him
and his unique, intense vision.
Discover Phoenix's books at his author
page on Amazon. Also check out his blog.

Adam Bolivar's

Adam Bolivar's

Adam Bolivar's

Adam Bolivar is an expatriate Bostonian
who has lived in New Orleans and Berkeley,
and currently resides in Portland, Oregon
with his beloved wife and fluffy gray cat
Dahlia. Adam wears round, antique glasses
and has a fondness for hats. His greatest
inspirations include H.P. Lovecraft,
Jack tales and coffee. He has been
a Romantic poet for as long as any-
one can remember, specializing in
the composition of spectral balladry,
utilizing to great effect a traditional
poetic form that taps into the haunted
undercurrents of folklore seldom found
in other forms of writing.
His poetry has appeared on the pages
of such publications as SPECTRAL
CTHULHU, and a poem of his,
"The Rime of the Eldritch Mariner,"
won the Rhysling Award for long-form
poetry. His collection of weird balladry
and Jack tales, THE LAY OF OLD HEX,
was published by Hippocampus Press in 2017.

Sanford Meschkow's

Sanford Meschkow is a retired former
NYer who married a Philly suburban
Main Line girl. Sanford has been pub-
lished in a 1970s issue of AMAZING.
We welcome him here on the FREE-
ZINE of Fantasy and Science Fiction.

Brian "Flesheater" Stoneking's

Brian "Flesheater" Stoneking's

Brian "Flesheater" Stoneking currently
resides in the high desert of Phoenix,
Arizona where he enjoys campy horror
movies within the comfort of an Insane
Asylum. Search for his science fiction
stories at The Intestinal Fortitude in
the Flesheater's World section.
The Memory Sector is his first
appearance in the Freezine of
Fantasy and Science Fiction.

Owen R. Powell's

Little is known of the mysterious
Owen R. Powell (oftentimes referred
to as Orp online). That is because he
usually keeps moving. The story
Noetic Vacations marks his first
appearance in the Freezine.

Gene Stewart
(writing as Art Wester)

Gene Stewart's

Gene Stewart is a writer and artist.
He currently lives in the Midwest
American Wilderness where he is
researching tales of mystical realism,
writing ficta mystica, and exploring
the dark by casting a little light into
the shadows. Follow this link to his
website where there are many samples
of his writing and much else; come

Daniel José Older's

Daniel José Older's

Daniel José Older's spiritually driven,
urban storytelling takes root at the
crossroads of myth and history.
With sardonic, uplifting and often
hilarious prose, Older draws from
his work as an overnight 911 paramedic,
a teaching artist & an antiracist/antisexist
organizer to weave fast-moving, emotionally
engaging plots that speak whispers and
shouts about power and privilege in
modern day New York City. His work
has appeared in the Freezine of Fantasy
and Science Fiction, The ShadowCast
Audio Anthology, The Tide Pool, and
the collection Sunshine/Noir, and is
featured in Sheree Renee Thomas'
Black Pot Mojo Reading Series in Harlem.
When he's not writing, teaching or
riding around in an ambulance,
Daniel can be found performing with
his Brooklyn-based soul quartet
Ghost Star. His blog about the
ridiculous and disturbing world
of EMS can be found here.

Paul Stuart's

Paul Stuart is the author of numerous
biographical blurbs written in the third
person. His previously published fiction
appears in The Vault of Punk Horror and
His non-fiction financial pieces can be found
in a shiny, west-coast magazine that features
pictures of expensive homes, as well as images
of women in casual poses and their accessories.
Consider writing him at paul@twilightlane.com,
if you'd like some thing from his garage. In fall
2010, look for Grade 12 Trigonometry and
Pre-Calculus -With Zombies.

Rain Grave's

Rain Graves is an award winning
author of horror, science fiction and
poetry. She is best known for the 2002
Poetry Collection, The Gossamer Eye
(along with Mark McLaughlin and
David Niall Wilson). Her most
recent book, Barfodder: Poetry
Written in Dark Bars and Questionable
Cafes, has been hailed by Publisher's
Weekly as "Bukowski meets Lovecraft..."
in January of 2009. She lives and
writes in San Francisco, performing
spoken word at events around the
country. 877-DRK-POEM -

Icy Sedgwick's

Icy Sedgwick is part writer and part
trainee supervillain. She lives in the UK
but dreams of the Old West. Her current
works include a ghost story about a Cavalier
and a Western tale of retribution. Find her
ebooks, free weekly fiction and other
shenanigans at Icy’s Cabinet of Curiosities.

Blag Dahlia's
armed to the teeth

BLAG DAHLIA is a Rock Legend.
Singer, Songwriter, producer &
founder of the notorious DWARVES.
He has written two novels, ‘NINA’ and

G. Alden Davis's

G. Alden Davis wrote his first short story
in high school, and received a creative
writing scholarship for the effort. Soon
afterward he discovered that words were
not enough, and left for art school. He was
awarded the Emeritus Fellowship along
with his BFA from Memphis College of Art
in '94, and entered the videogame industry
as a team leader and 3D artist. He has over
25 published games to his credit. Mr. Davis
is a Burningman participant of 14 years,
and he swings a mean sword in the SCA.
He's also the best friend I ever had. He
was taken away from us last year on Jan
25 and I'll never be able to understand why.
Together we were a fantastic duo, the
legendary Grub Bros. Our secret base
exists on a cross-hatched nexus between
the Year of the Dragon and Dark City.
Somewhere along the tectonic fault
lines of our electromagnetic gathering,
shades of us peel off from the coruscating
pillars and are dropped back into the mix.
The phrase "rest in peace" just bugs me.
I'd rather think that Greg Grub's inimitable
spirit somehow continues evolving along
another manifestation of light itself, a
purple shift shall we say into another
phase of our expanding universe. I
ask myself, is it wishful thinking?
Will we really shed our human skin
like a discarded chrysalis and emerge
shimmering on another wavelength
altogether--or even manifest right
here among the rest without their
even beginning to suspect it? Well
people do believe in ghosts, but I
myself have long been suspicious
there can only be one single ghost
and that's all the stars in the universe
shrinking away into a withering heart
glittering and winking at us like
lost diamonds still echoing all their
sad and lonely songs fallen on deaf
eyes and ears blind to their colorful
emanations. My grub brother always
knew better than what the limits
of this old world taught him. We
explored past the outer peripheries
of our comfort zones to awaken
the terror in our minds and keep
us on our toes deep in the forest
in the middle of the night. The owls
led our way and the wilderness
transformed into a sanctuary.
The adventures we shared together
will always remain tattooed on
the pages of my skin. They tell a
story that we began together and
which continues being woven to
this very day. It's the same old
story about how we all were in
this together and how each and
every one of us is also going away
someday and though it will be the far-
thest we can manage to tell our own
tale we may rest assured it will be
continued like one of the old pulp
serials by all our friends which survive
us and manage to continue
the saga whispering in the wind.

Shae Sveniker's

Shae is a poet/artist/student and former
resident of the Salt Pit, UT, currently living
in Simi Valley, CA. His short stories are on
Blogger and his poetry is hosted on Livejournal.

Nigel Strange's

Nigel Strange lives with his wife and
daughter, cats, and tiny dog-like thing
in their home in California where he
occasionally experiments recreationally
with lucidity. PLASTIC CHILDREN
is his first publication.

K.B. Updike, Jr's

K.B. Updike, Jr. is a young virgin
Virginia writer. KB's life work,
published 100% for free:
(We are not certain if K.B. Updike, Jr.
has lost his Virginian virginity yet.)