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The fires in the forest were burning themselves out, quenched by autumn rains, by the time we made our way south, but the twisting purple miasma still fell on the canopy like ash. Shelley took my hand and pointed to her wrist watch. If her face wasn’t covered by the thick gas mask that muffled her speech, she might have said, ‘It’ll be dark soon. We should seek shelter.’

I nodded and pointed to my eyes. ‘Keep a lookout.”

It was a little more than a half hour later when we lucked upon a square two-story cabin. It was…


Interview from the podcast Armchair Apocrypha
https://soundcloud.com/armchairapocrypha/the-new-sound

Q. You’re originally from Fayetteville, Arkansas. How did you end up in Louisville?

A. Whenever I was in Fayetteville, I was applying for graduate schools and I applied for graduate school here at the University of Louisville. And I got accepted in, got the GAship and everything, so that’s what brought me here. I’m a very new resident, I’ve been here since July, I believe?

Q. How are you liking the program at UofL?

A. Oh, I love it, it’s very cool! I’m in the electronic music program, so you know, it’s right…


Most of the men who worked the Wall hated the coldness of the steel girders they had to perch upon at night, but for James it was a comfort. During the day the heat of the desert got so unbearable inside the barracks that he often felt like heaving, as though emptying his stomach might dissipate the warmth from his body. But at night, when the sun went down and he climbed up to his perch, rifle strapped to his back, he could bundle up in his quilt while the steel beams leached the warmth away.

What’s more, and he…


The code I’d been writing blinked at me expectantly as I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I’d been awake much too long, but it was almost finished. I cracked open my second energy drink of the night and decided to try using a base four system instead of the old base three system.

In my mind I saw an old techno-occultist I’d know in Florida shaking his head at me. “Three’s the magic number, kid,” he’d say, making me mad at his subtle infantilization of me every time he called me that. “Three, six, nine. …


Right before Derby last year, I was sitting at work when I got an urgent text message. A member of Mijente Louisville and another from Parents for Social Justice had received a plea from someone at Churchill Downs. Immigrations and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agents had approached her, and she was afraid they were going to grab her. She said that they were hovering threateningly.

The Mijente and PSJ members asked if I could put up a public post on my Facebook page so that they could share the information quickly and get other activists to Churchill Downs to observe the…


As I surveyed the town from the hill on its western side, I could see that the Smiling Man had already been through, had already constructed his machine in the town center. It was impossible how fast he moved from town to town, how quickly he constructed his machines. I had been chasing him for a few years, and had never even seen him, knowing only what he looked like from the stories people told. An older white man with expensive black clothes, who moved in unnatural spurts of motion, and whose mouth always smiled. …


The Creature from her Nightmares

I don’t believe in ghosts, but my roommate, Chelsea, does. She wakes me up in the middle of the night sometimes to sit up with her because she hears footsteps in the hallway, or she sees a figure pass outside her window, seemingly floating three stories up. I don’t mind sitting up with her if it puts her mind at ease. I have pretty frequent nightmares, so sometimes her presence is a welcome relief to me, too. The two of us sit on the couch, and the cats, Austen and Poe, cuddle up between us…


It is the rainy season in the northern hemisphere of Akriti, and the world is airy and easy. The sky is a dark blue much of the time, even at midday, which stretches the feeling of dawn into every hour. The days are long, a few hours longer than they had been on Earth, but the night is dark, and most people sleep soundly. The only exception is a small group or xenobiologists who call themselves the Arms of Vishnu. The two boys and two girls, being in their early twenties, have taken to a thirty six hour day schedule…


My sister and I debated selling the bronze woman for months. After I lost my job, she brought it down from the shelf at the back of the hall closet. “We don’t need that yet,” I told her. “I’ve still got my savings.” She set the woman down on the kitchen counter, and there she stood for a few months.

I sent out a couple dozen applications the first month, and got some rejection letters almost immediately. …


After the fourteen hour drive out to the little cabin in the desert, I was haggard. The night was falling slowly, the bright blue of the day mixing with the dark of night out at the horizon. The sand lost its red hues and became yellow. Felix came to the door and waved at me.

I grabbed my bag from the back seat, hefted it over my left shoulder, and walked up the stairs to meet him. He grabbed my right hand and gave me a small hug. “Brother,” he said. “It’s been too long.”

It had been more than…

Andrew Massie

Andrew Massie is the author of In the Shadows of My Mind (Savant 2017) and Red Hats and Black Masks: An Antifascist Novel (Guillotine Press 2019).

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