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An Almanac of Bad Ass Speculative Fiction (now with less malware! Posted on: November 27th, 2011. It began with me and Lori,. How could we not? We flirted for weeks beforehand, transmitting. James, please hear me. Thoughts and mental images to each other with our cyberneurons whenever she stopped in at the gas station. We were 19 and in love, her Neo-Calvinist parents be. Why can’t you hear me? But that’s the thing about Neo-Calvinists. They won’t be. I can’t be trapped here. She was letting me. Has anyo...
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An Almanac of Bad Ass Speculative Fiction (now with less malware! Posted on: October 30th, 2011. The building had used to be city hall; but its vitals had been moved on to elsewhere, and now that place had been converted, presumably, to breed Cretins. No one could say precisely what the Cretins were, despite everyone having given them a name. They were prone to night-prowling, and it was always noticed only in the morning. 8220;Oh, and, for the record: if you have lost your mind, you are not a victim of ...
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An Almanac of Bad Ass Speculative Fiction (now with less malware! Posted on: February 19th, 2012. Ice Cream in Amerikkkka. THE BEGINNING THE BEGINNING THE BEGINNING THE BEGINNING. 8220;What can I get you? 8221; the pimply-faced teenaged boy working the Yummy Freeze service window said in a weary monotone. 8220;I’ll have a scoop of birdless in a regular cone,” the father said. His son, a bright lad of seven, said, “I’ll take a double scoop of chair in a chocolate wafer cone.”. Ad majorem Dei gloriam.
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Brain Harvest » Blog Archive » Shooting Stars
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An Almanac of Bad Ass Speculative Fiction (now with less malware! Posted on: November 13th, 2011. Jeb and me, we cursed the world, goddamn it to hell! Atop two lonely, rusted trailers, full of ire and spite and iron will, weâ d shoot our guns with scorn and zeal into the night. But I spat out grit and grinned, though my hair was singed and my face was burned. Bottle jutted from the sand, not a precious drop spilled. Gun was hot to the touch but I wasnâ t letting go. I grabbed the Jack by the ...Well my b...
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An Almanac of Bad Ass Speculative Fiction (now with less malware! Posted on: September 30th, 2012. Greetings from the end of the world. We’re trying to get the archives back up, after a near-catastrophic loss owing to yet another effing infestation, this time with Emma Watson porn. Windows users, are you still being tempted with the offers of Ms. Watson’s succulent young flesh? We regret to say we cannot tell. Ah, WordPress. A message from the editors. BH merch on Zazzle! Save the semiprozine Hugo!
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Brain Harvest » Blog Archive » A Little Wild Mustard
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An Almanac of Bad Ass Speculative Fiction (now with less malware! Posted on: January 8th, 2012. A Little Wild Mustard. Pale mallow flowers on an island. Some recollections have their own time, like bubbles floating through memory. This one: scuttling, afraid for my life, down the flanks of a cliff at night. We were going to see the meteors fire and die, over the black sea (gnawing so blindly at its own horizon). I canâ t remember. 3 Responses to “A Little Wild Mustard”. Sandra M. Odell. The flash fiction...
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Brain Harvest » Blog Archive » The Relative Densities of Seawater and Blood
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An Almanac of Bad Ass Speculative Fiction (now with less malware! Posted on: January 22nd, 2012. The Relative Densities of Seawater and Blood. My plan had been to get some fresh air, go in, start coffee, and wake my latest new girlfriend, Greta. But the fresh air smelled like rotting squid and Greta woke me, slapping my face while I lay on the cold sand. I shook her off and sat up. I was soaked. 8220;Kelly,” she said. “What the hell is wrong with you? My mother said the water would mess with me. R...
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Brain Harvest » Blog Archive » The New Phone
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An Almanac of Bad Ass Speculative Fiction (now with less malware! Posted on: February 5th, 2012. By David Erik Nelson and Fritz Swanson. The phones had not always been grown in sun-labs along the Sri Lankan coast. But nowadays, when they warm up, they smell of curry, and of salt air, and of summer days. Saved lives. It had been used secretly in a few brush wars along the coast of Mexico during the invasion in ’37, and nothing untoward had happened. Or at least no one had reported anything strange. It was...
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An Almanac of Bad Ass Speculative Fiction (now with less malware! Posted on: December 25th, 2011. At the other end of the throne room where the king will always look upon it is a statue cast in black iron, representing the Fool–a subtle reminder that risks must be undertaken with caution. The dog is shown already tumbling down the cliff. The major treasures of the kingdom are, of course, intangible. Posted on: December 11th, 2011. To Be Not Me. He traced imperfect lines that bound, that wound in senseles...
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Brain Harvest » 2012 » January
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An Almanac of Bad Ass Speculative Fiction (now with less malware! Posted on: January 22nd, 2012. The Relative Densities of Seawater and Blood. My plan had been to get some fresh air, go in, start coffee, and wake my latest new girlfriend, Greta. But the fresh air smelled like rotting squid and Greta woke me, slapping my face while I lay on the cold sand. I shook her off and sat up. I was soaked. 8220;Kelly,” she said. “What the hell is wrong with you? My mother said the water would mess with me. R...
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