speculative prose

Want to Be Our Editorial Assistant?

We turn four years old this October, and we’re ready for some help. If you’re enthusiastic about publishing and speculative fiction, if you have solid English communication and writing skills, … Continue reading

September 21, 2017

Issue 15 Table of Contents

Here be diseases literal and metaphorical, mental and physical, some of which are lodged in a human system while others are lodged in systems on a grander scale. Some are … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

Issue 14 Table of Contents

This is a collection for those who hear melodies in all things, even in the buzzing of a swarm of flies. It’s a collection for synaesthetes, musicians, and music-lovers of … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

Issue 14 Foreword

Lackington’s has been playing with themes ever since Issue 2. Even the inaugural issue ended up with a theme that knit the first-ever Table of Contents together, however accidentally. I … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

Moths to the Flame, by Daniel Rosen

These letters have been ordered in as accurate a sequence as possible. Needless correspondence has been eliminated, that we might more clearly depict the events which led to revolt in … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

To Sing the Sky from Disarray, by Devan Barlow

There were four of them. There were always four, the chosen quartet who in truth chose themselves by answering the echo. Joining their voices to the songs so old even … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

Camouflage, by JB Park

It slips out of its skin. Hints of glistening scales, lapped and overlapped like leaves on the mulching floor. A multitude flapping with lives of their own. Noise scatters from … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

When Dooryards First in the Lilac Bloomed, by B. Morris Allen

A Shy and Hidden Bird The thrush led me astray. He with his puffed-out speckled chest and spindly legs, his impudent beak gated open and closed in song. He that … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

At the Still Point, by Suzanne J. Willis

Alice and her wild song. That’s why I’m here, wandering the shore from dawn until dusk, collecting bottled messages the current drags in. Sometimes, I think I hear the hoarse … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

Glasswort, Ice, by Emily B. Cataneo

1- The dirge She is an old woman. She won’t say how old, but she’s lived long enough to see the city slip from its status as a bustling port—stevedores … Continue reading

August 23, 2017