An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
“I agreed to spaceships and aliens and the possible end of life on Earth. I did not agree to tolerate talking cats. This is too much. It’s too mad. It’s out of genre. Undo it immediately!””
— Space Opera by Catherynne M. Valente
That’s right, people. This is not a drill. SPACE OPERA by Catherynne M. Valente is FURRY. Continue reading “Space Opera”
Me: It’s your turn…
6-yr-old: Where’s my shoe? (disappears under table)
Me: Did you want to take your turn?
6: I want all my money in ones (takes a ridiculous stack of poker chips & promptly spills them all over the board, knocking over everything)
The six-year-old has a real knack for losing teeth right as we’re sending them to bed, on nights when we’ve already let them stay up unusually late, and then insisting on elaborately decorating the envelope we put the tooth in.
Tonight, as he started to write “I love the money and stickers” on the envelope, he realized that since he didn’t have them yet, it would make more sense to change it to “I’d like $500.”
Ambitious little thing.
I’ve started listening to Nothing Much Happens stories to help me fall asleep at night. They’re lovely and full of sensory details that help lull my brain into settling down and letting go of consciousness. Highly recommended. https://www.nothingmuchhappens.com/
Me, trying to decide which movie to watch tonight: “Coco or Star Wars?”
Six-year-old: “Cocoa with Star Wars? We can drink cocoa and watch Star Wars???” Continue reading “Cocoa and Star Wars”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Exploring New Places, July 2018
By the concrete steps up to the footbridge over Dixon Creek, a tortoise shell phased in and out of existence, accompanied by a strangely cheerful wheezing sound.
Rosie the mouse was too busy running away from a cat to notice. The cat, a gray tabby named Shreddy, was having too much fun to care. Continue reading “Tortoise Who”
According to my schedule, I’m a full month ahead on the novel I’m writing, so I’ve decided that the skill I’m going to focus on improving for #NaNoWriMo is being healthy about my writing — continuing to make, ideally, daily progress, but at whatever pace makes me happiest.
I’m not a fan of “spring forward,” when everything starts an hour earlier in the morning, but the free hour for “fall back” is awesome, so here’s my plan:
We get an extra hour in the middle of every Saturday night, & days just rotate slowly forward.
This year, Furry Book Month crept up and surprised us, so we didn’t have anything prepared. However, now that we’re down to the last day — which is also Halloween! — we have two new furry stories to present, and since one is about a haunted cafe and the other about a werewolf in space, we’ve packaged them up with two new ghost stories to create a spooky Halloween issue! Continue reading “Sweet Spooky Treats”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Werewolves Versus Fascism, May 2017
Rainal gripped the vial of moon dust tightly in her clawed hand. It was the only vial she had left. Without it… No, she wouldn’t think about that. She would find a new source of dust in this space station bazaar. Someone had to be selling it.
Rainal passed one shop after another: avian aliens with fearsome hooked beaks and massive talons sold specially tailored clothing; reptilian aliens with scaly hides that gleamed like finely polished armor sold tech upgrades for starhoppers; and ursine aliens that towered over everyone with their impressive furry bulk sold dishes of curry. Continue reading “Moon Dust”