Tag Archives: Maureen Bowden

The Hall of the Fallen

An essay by Professor Serena Hart, as provided by Maureen Bowden Art by GryphonShifter Valerie Hallaway and I were students together at River City University. “She’s a genius,” I told Martin, my best friend and occasional bedmate. “She’s more than … Continue reading

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Now Available – Mad Scientist Journal: Winter 2017

Advances in mass production, tidying tips, and suggestions for the use of supernatural fluids. These are but some of the strange tales to be found in this book. Mad Scientist Journal: Winter 2017 collects thirteen tales from the fictional worlds … Continue reading

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Promethea

An essay by Victoria Farthingstone, as told to Maureen Bowden Art by Luke Spooner Grandma lived in the attic. I’d never seen her, but sometimes, as I lay in bed at night, I’d hear her singing. The most frequent inclusions … Continue reading

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Jump Juice

An essay by Andrew Fowke PhD, as told to Maureen Bowden Art by Leigh Legler My laboratory assistant, Goodison Button, known as Goody, may have been an imbecile, but without him I would never have discovered teleportation fluid: Jump Juice, as … Continue reading

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The Ministry of Wishful Displacement

An essay by Carolina Moon, as told to Maureen Bowden Art by Luke Spooner It was Friday, 5:30 pm. I’d cleared my desk, logged out of the World Wide Wishful Displacement Detector, and was about to head home, when Richard … Continue reading

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The Sight

An essay by Barney Whelan, as told to Maureen Bowden, for the ESP and  Clairvoyance Investigation Registry Art by Katie Nyborg It was 1957 and my thirty-sixth birthday when I met John, and saw his death in his eyes. I’d … Continue reading

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