Fiction Inferno: The literary magazine that burns you up

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Hey! Welcome to the Blog of Eternal Damnation! Here's where you will see all the latest crap about the Web's hottest Speculative Fiction ezine, Bambi's Eschatological Underpinnings. And every now and again, just for sport, we just might include a little bit about Fiction Inferno: the Literary Magazine that Burns You Up.

Thursday, April 17, 2003

As of this weekend, my wife and I are homeless. We sold our house, and don't have another lined up. Hey, don't judge us. We did this on purpose. No, really. We have every intention of sponging off relatives for as long as possible, and then moving into a yurt someplace well off the road. Just as long as there's electricity. And running water. And central heating. Why am I telling the world this? Because it might affect the magazine, of course. There will be a Spring Issue. It just might be a little different, that's all.

I'm not sure when I'll have a computer up and running, but it shouldn't be long. In the meantime, if you haven't been to S1ngularity yet, you should ought'a. Great zine.

posted by Max E. Keele 9:59 AM

Saturday, April 05, 2003

This is the part where it gets weird. Twelve unicorns came down to drink at the public fountain. Three of them had broken horns. Two were bleeding from many wounds. Four wore garlands of blackberry bramble. One carried an exhausted monkey. One danced skittish, as if the ground burned white. Last, the smallest unicorn sang a cruelly beautiful, lilting ballad about war and hate and sweet tender fiddleheads. None of them seemed able to continue. I arrived at my usual time, poured a glass of whisky, and sat down to read. "Do you fucking mind?" I shouted. "This was a quiet, peaceful place before all you goddamned unicorns showed up!" But they just looked away, and in truth, they seemed more at home there than I.

posted by Max E. Keele 9:19 AM

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