Tag Archives: Judith Field
Fiction: Claridge of the Klondike
An essay by Euphemia Thorniwork, as provided by Judith Field Art by Leigh Legler London, 1898 The Solicitor took Father’s will from the hand of an automaton standing next to the desk. He waved the machine away and began reading. … Continue reading
The Observer’s Paradox
An essay by Sorcha Bell, as provided by Judith Field Art by Leigh Legler I stand on the edge of the giddying cliff. The sea crashes below. “Skildir,” I whisper. The word catches on the wind. Soon the sun will … Continue reading
Now Available – Mad Scientist Journal: Autumn 2017
Smart toasters, zombie offboarding, and innovations in 3-D printing. These are but some of the strange tales to be found in this book. Mad Scientist Journal: Autumn 2017 collects thirteen tales from the fictional worlds of mad science. For the … Continue reading
The Fissure of Rolando
An essay by Euphemia Thorniwork, as provided by Judith Field Art by Scarlett O’Hairdye November, 1890 A splash of water in my face brought me round. I opened my eyes and sat up to find myself in the lecture theatre … Continue reading
Now Available – Mad Scientist Journal: Spring 2017
Wing removal from tooth fairies, discoveries of insect history, and Romantic poetry written by automatons. These are but some of the strange tales to be found in this book. Mad Scientist Journal: Spring 2017 collects thirteen tales from the fictional … Continue reading
The Giftie
An essay by Sadie Loveday, as provided by Judith Field Art by Errow Collins O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! (Robert Burns, “To a Louse”) On my 40th birthday, I said … Continue reading
Novichok-452
An essay by Dr Stanley Goodman, as provided by Judith Field Art by Luke Spooner When I was sure all the rats were dead, I showed them to Roger. “Brilliant, Francesca! Brilliant! Takes chemical warfare to a new level. That’s … Continue reading
Escapement, or The Contemporary Coppelius
An essay by Euphemia Thorniwork, as provided by Judith Field Art by Ariel Alian Wilson London, November 1888 Two days after Uncle Eric’s funeral, there was another murder in Whitechapel. I am ashamed to admit that I felt relief at … Continue reading
Weather is a Zero-sum Game
An essay by Sam Keegan, as provided by Judith Field Art by Leigh Legler I wheeled my new invention up the garden. It was a metal box about the size of a pillow, with an array of switches, instrument panels, … Continue reading