An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
One of our stories, “Lunar Cavity,” has been nominated for an Ursa Major Award! This is a huge honor, and we’re really excited. But that’s not all!
A collection that includes five of our cat stories, The Necromouser and Other Magical Cats, has been nominated for Best Other Literary Work, and In a Dog’s World has been nominated for Best Novel.
What does Deep Sky Anchor — a web-zine for short fiction — have to do with a novel? Continue reading “Ursa Major Nominations!”
I just transformed a story I wrote seventeen years ago by rewriting it to be furry — it was a fascinating exercise, and I’m really happy with the results.
Interesting statistic: rewriting a non-furry story to be furry doubled its length.
In celebration of Pi Day, we have a new story from the Wespirtech Universe for you!
Join Prilla — The Little Red Avian Alien — on her journey to make fresh grassberry crepelettes, the way she remembers them from when she was a hatchling. Along her path, Prilla must negotiate with a reptilian alien, aquatic alien, robot, and her dearest friend, a canine alien. If you’ve been reading our other stories, you’ll recognize a lot of these species. Continue reading “Happy Pi Day!”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Luna Station Quarterly, Issue 020, December 2014
It was Avian Night at the All Alien Cafe. The avian population of Crossroads Station wasn’t large, but they were vocal and social. The double winged Eechies and the puff-feathered Rennten could always be counted on to attend, since they’d evolved as colony dwellers. However, occasionally, even a traditionally solitary, long-legged Ululu would show up and regale the crowd with stories of how his people had built high-pressure nests inside all the gas giants in a thirty light-year radius of Crossroads Station before humans even noticed them. Continue reading “The Little Red Avian Alien”
We asked our readers what kind of story they’d like to celebrate Leap Day with —
— and the answer was a resounding, “Bring it home to Earth! No more SPACE.” Continue reading “Leap Day Chickens”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Tails of a Clockwork World: A Rainfurrest Anthology, September 2012
Mice tell a myth of fearsome creatures with scaly talons, massively muscled bodies, and sharp, hooked beaks. Death from the sky, instant death, for any mouse foolish enough to be above ground when these creatures come hunting.
The name of the myth is owl, and few mice see one and live to tell the tale. Owls are creatures of shadow — both the shadows of trees in a darkening forest and the shadows of misremembered tales retold by forgetful minds. Continue reading “One Night in Nocturnia”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Dancing in the Moonlight: Rainfurrest 2013 Charity Anthology, September 2013
The eggs never hatched. Henrietta and all her coop-mates laid eggs every day, and every day the Coopmaster came and took the eggs away. No baby chicks. Henrietta had so much love in her feathered breast and no one to spend it on.
Only nine inches below the slatted floor of the coop, a cold and hungry litter of fox kits waited for their mother to return. One by one, the kits closed their eyes and fell into a patient sleep. Their breathing slowed. Their hearts slowed too. Still, the mother did not return. Continue reading “Fox in the Hen House”
We’ve received a special shipment — a Valentine’s Day present for you!
Today’s story is another furry sci-fi story set in the Wespirtech Universe. But this time, there are four different types of aliens! It’s a story of love and friendship, across species and among the stars. Please enjoy, Where the Heart Is.
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Stories of Camp RainFurrest, September 2011
Any human in the room would have seen an oversized koala bear, a bushy red-wolf, a long-tailed, green lizard, and a large blue fish wearing a diving helmet, floating bizarrely above his barstool. But there were no humans in the room. It was the All Alien Cafe on the interstellar meeting point known as Crossroads Station. Continue reading “Where the Heart Is”
My two-year-old brought me a valentine… and then took it away and hid it in his toy cupboard.