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The Giant with No Heart in Her Body
The Giant With No Heart, by Elaine Ho ©2021 Content warning: This page contains: Blood Body transformation Death/dying Drug use Do you know the tale of the armless maiden? In most tales, it is only her hands she loses. If I were the sister of a king, I could claim that I cut off my own arm so that my brother would not want to marry me. If I were a witch, I could tell you that a miller cut off my paw when I was in my midnight form and that, in the morning, I woke with blood on the sheets.
5 April 2021 By Strange Horizons
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PALESTINIAN SPECIAL: CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS
Link to submissions call in Arabic: دعوة الطلبات للمشاركة بعدد خاص بفلسطين Strange Horizons is now accepting fiction submissions for the Palestinian Special issue! The issue, edited by Rasha Abdulhadi and Basma Ghalayini will be published at the end of March 2021. We are open for submissions from now until January 31, 2021.
A Festschrift for ‘Ernst Who???’
Krenek illustrated by P. Hoffman from our original Winter 1975 issue. From the Winter 1975 issue of Boston Review: Glenn Gould argues that despite being a prolific composer, Ernst Krenek is one of the least understood musical figures of the twentieth century. Horizons Circled: Reflections on my Music Ernst Krenek with contributions by Will Ogdon and John L.
Chapati Recipe
“Pinch off fist-sized balls and roll these into flat circles. Circles you turned in the morning of the coup.” Short Story This short story was first published in Allies as a finalist in the Fall 2019 Aura Estrada Short Story Contest, and is featured in our new special project: 1. In a large bowl, stir two cups of flour, one cup warm water, salt and sugar to taste. Add a spoonful of oil. Knead to a thick consistency.
Meniscus
“'I felt no hunger but the habit of food struck me intensely. My nightgown was grubby and torn. My limbs were scraped, spotted with yellow bruises, but I felt no pain.” Short Story This short story was first published in Global Dystopias and is featured in our new special project: After the boat arrived we boarded a khaki bus and were taken to the cabins. The silver water had been cold to my bloodless fingers. There were no fish, no birds to disturb its mirror surface.
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