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Sci-fi Fantasy Zine Needs Subscribers!

thelastdogfighter:

Hey guys, CG Magazine, the zine which published my short story, The Three Billy Goats and Plum, really needs subscribers by the end of the year, or else it’s December issue will be the last one.

Crossed Genres is a really lovely publication that treats its contributing writers and readership very well, and as someone who loves these kinds of short stories, I don’t want to see another publication like this die out! So, please, signal boost for this! Year round print subscriptions are just $30 dollars. Digital subscriptions are just $15. That’s for the whole year.

Furthermore, the magazine is holding a giveaway-- if they make 300 subscribers, five will be selected to receive a copy of ANY of CG’s current titles! Furthermore they are offering gift subscriptions!

Even if that’s not for you, please reblog. As a huge fan of short, punchy Sci-fi/Fantasy, don’t want to see another zine go the way of the dinosaurs! I’ve had great experience with Crossed Genres and their editorial team, and I want to see them survive for at least another year.

how many male novelists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

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    The terrible sex had made him feel deeply interesting, like a murder victim.

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    The beast, which had represented his feelings, was dead. “I think I’ll do a pushup,” he announced to the sea. The sea respected him for it.

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    [4000 words from the narrator about his feelings on his childhood circumcision]

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    War is hell.

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    He straightened his tie. He had lost, but in a romantic way, which meant that he had won. “I’m going to do a pushup,” he announced to his tie. His tie respected him for it, and secretly wished that it could have sex with him.

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    You wouldn’t understand.

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    He swore curses at his coworkers. He was making a lot of money. Fuck.

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    This neighborhood in New York City was very different from the other neighborhood in New York City he’d just been in.

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    He lit a cigarette. His glass of whiskey lit a cigarette too. “I can only truly love my best friend,” he said, “but not in a gay way. Women wouldn’t understand it. They’re too gay.” Both of the cigarettes agreed.

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    [4000 words about an isolated encounter with a service worker that borders on racist and goes nowhere]

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    “The cocaine isn’t the point. The cocaine is a metaphor,” he explained wearily over the pile of cocaine. She folded her arms. She didn’t understand his cocaine. “Didn’t you read my manifesto?” The prostitute had read his manifesto. Why couldn’t she?

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    This lightbulb is inauthentic.

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    ”It’s only the institution I have a problem with,” he explained to the empty bar.

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    The time had come for him to go to war, and also find himself, and also reject the rules of your society.

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    His alcoholism was different, because someday he was going to die.

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    [Nothing happens for 450 pages; receives fourteen awards]

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