speculative prose

Issue 25 (Spring 2022) – Prehistories


Issue 24 (Fall 2021) – Botanicals


Issue 25 Table of Contents

We’re indulging our obsession and going “Prehistories” for our very final issue (for now). Issue 25 features neolithic humans surging towards modernity, and stories about us moderns reflecting on the … Continue reading

May 24, 2022

A Brief Farewell

After our 25th issue comes out in spring 2022 (in our nearly 10th year), Lackington’s Magazine will be going on hiatus. This means that our coming submission period for “Prehistories” … Continue reading

January 25, 2022

Issue 24 Table of Contents

Plants and speculative fiction have always gone hand in hand. From healers to invasive species to the literal grotesque, botanical beings in fiction refuse to be ignored. We’ve dedicated Issue … Continue reading

December 10, 2021

Issue 23 Table of Contents

We’ve had some quiet themes of late. Now it’s time to get loud. “Battles” brings you fantasy rooted in lust and legend; wizards in confrontation across their highlands; team sports … Continue reading

December 10, 2021

Issue 23 Foreword

One thing our submission box could always see more of is heroic fantasy that breaks the mould but still sings like heroic fantasy. This hankering was my main reason for … Continue reading

December 10, 2021

A Sleepless Hunter’s Wanton Fruit, by dave ring

The dreaming beast never slept. In Kala, on the Emerald Rim of the Sundered Lake, the beast’s hooves pounded against frost and lichen-encrusted earth. The white plumes of its breath … Continue reading

December 10, 2021

The Partisans, by Kyle E Miller

Two wizards, neighbours and now and then collaborators, enjoyed the peace and freedom of their land in the heart of the Purple Highlands. Between their two towers lay wildflowered hills … Continue reading

December 10, 2021

The Last Stanza of General Pfeil, by H.L. Fullerton

When the nightmares began, General Pfeil blamed them on her retirement tea. They meant well—the soldiers under her command—but they should never have recited that stupid ditty. She’d made a … Continue reading

December 10, 2021

Synesthesia, by Devin DeMarco

“Hey, sing me a sunrise, Sia,” Gust says. He’s biting into an apple that must not be quite ripe, because the air around him is glassy, sharding off into fractal … Continue reading

December 10, 2021