Tag Archives: Luke Spooner

Fiction: Do Not Touch

An essay by Professor Caldwell Mook, as provided by Nick Morrish Art by Luke Spooner I was recently the recipient of a sizeable bequest from Sir Blumquist Plimpington, a speculative microbiologist with whom I worked during the Manhattan Frog Pox … Continue reading

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Fiction: Stars Swimming in the Ether

An essay by Priscilla von Muller, as provided by Genevieve McCluer Art by Luke Spooner “Ms. von Muller, I was hoping we could ask you something.” Kirkpatrick, the head scientist of the facility, waved me over. His smug smile as … Continue reading

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Fiction: Children of the Guillotine

An essay by Bernard Asse, as provided by Nathan Crowder Art by Luke Spooner You sit there smiling, full of self-importance, bloated with secrets and my finest burgundy, and question the path that brought you here to me. Our previous … Continue reading

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Fiction: The Experiment Meets Certain Doom

An essay by Experiment 105, as related by Deborah L. Davitt Art by Luke Spooner I looked up from inside my cage as the skylight of the laboratory opened, and blinked. A swarm of insects poured through the opening, coalescing … Continue reading

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Fiction: Disinhibited

An excerpt from the journals of Combat Search & Rescue Consultant Lana McGee, as provided by Myna Chang Art by Luke Spooner Don’t call me a mercenary. Those guys are pricks. Kidnappers and murderers, the lot of them. I’m not … Continue reading

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Fiction: Smudge

An essay by the daughter of Hershel Conway, as provided by Jane Abbott Art by Luke Spooner My father was called a crazy man. More than that–a mad scientist. Although I considered such terms to be insults, I admittedly never … Continue reading

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Fiction: Marked

An essay by Rhiann, as provided by M A Smith Art by Luke Spooner Life as a pick-pocket is much easier when you are in possession of six arms. I followed in the family business, so to speak, and relocated … Continue reading

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Fiction: Godwin, or The Modern Prometheus

An essay by Captain Jack Passerday, as told to Dave D’Alessio Art by Luke Spooner 11 Nov 1824 My dear Wilhelm: I am writing to you as my solicitor in order that I may place into your hands certain information … Continue reading

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Fiction: Pygmalion

An essay by Jon, as provided by Faith Consiglio Art by Luke Spooner It’s been seven months since I gave consent. I still haven’t seen any of the money they promised. Soon, I’m thinking, it can’t go on forever, right? … Continue reading

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Fiction: Behind Closed Doors

An essay by Emilia O. Anthony, as provided by Johanna B. Stumpf Art by Luke Spooner I swipe my key card in front of the keypad and wait. A short beep and a small green light indicate access has been … Continue reading

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