When the golden age of science fiction began in the late 1930s it was very much the shorter forms that were at the heart of the genre’s popularity. Science fiction was almost totally restricted to the pulp magazines – Astounding, Amazing Science Fiction amongst others. Novels just weren’t part of the scene; the longest form you would regularly get was the novella.
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Changeling, by Virginia M. Mohlere
There is no one left
to remember
that boiling water in eggshells
will catch me out.
I remain:
the homely child,
hair-puller,
torturer of cats,
bereft of any power
save lack of conscience.
Even cold iron
has given way
to silicon and plastic.
What kills me by increments
is not your black metal
or mummy-dry churches:
it’s the boredom
of seasons passing unnoticed
while I hump my ass
over a keyboard
to pay the rent.
I had centuries of joy
under sidhe hills
before my exile.
Human tedium
is the slowest strangle.
But you know all about that.

Very Truly Yours, Part 4 (conclusion) by Seth Gordon
Rachael gave me permission to take Unfay to a movie on Saturday, so I took her to Unadam’s Revenge.
Unadam, the bald slave in the poster, belonged to a scientist in a government laboratory who was looking for drugs to make slaves smarter. Unadam took one of the test drugs, stopped obeying the scientist, and killed him. Then Unadam stole a jar of the drug and used it on all the other slaves in the laboratory, and they killed the other scientists.
The laboratory slaves rounded up the janitors, secretaries, lab technicians security guards, and other masters on the staff, and locked them in a conference room. One of the janitors asked Unadam, “What will you do with us?”




