LACKINGTON'S

speculative prose

A Summary of Menistarian Law, Composed for the Citizens of Olakia, in Response to Our Present Crisis, by Dr. Clemons Indement (as received and translated by Joseph Tomaras)

Our neighbour, the Grand Duchy of Menistaria, is renowned for the perfection of its laws and the indolence of its civil servants. Whether there is a causal link between this … Continue reading

April 30, 2018

The Maiden’s Path, by D.K. Latta

The man who rode ahead of our party was dressed in armour, dented and scraped from scores of campaigns. I could not tell if he wore it simply out of … Continue reading

April 30, 2018

Yuckl Ogle, by N. Muma Alain

It came as no surprise to people in town whenever they heard that misfortune had once again befallen Yuckl Ogle. Rumour had it that he descended from a once-powerful family, … Continue reading

April 30, 2018

The Master of Hourglasses, by Alexandra Seidel

They say that Talin is a master of hourglasses. Small children are told what he can do with those, how he will steal one’s day and one’s dreams, put them … Continue reading

April 30, 2018

A Pestilence Come for Old Ma Salt, by Dayna K. Smith

Not everyone was well on Verity Mountain. Had Ma Salt known that, she would’ve chosen not to pass the jug and tell fibs all night long. No matter how good … Continue reading

November 28, 2017

Auto-Rejection: An Outro, by Nin Harris

All of the Bunian Empress’s lizard bomohs, and all of her crocodile-men could not make a spell strong enough to get rid of two lumps. 1.5 centimetres in diameter, perfectly … Continue reading

November 28, 2017

Her Cactus Heart, by Evelyn Deshane

The cacti bloomed red flowers whenever it rained. At first, everyone thought the flower buds were just pricks on the green cactus skin, sprouting as soon as the plant slurped … Continue reading

November 28, 2017

Hemera, Hespera, Euphrone, by Kathryn Weaver

Listen: I sing of sunlight’s taste like honeyed fruit, of sunlight’s warmth like wine, of sunlight’s scent like hyacinth. It sticks in my throat. It sweetens my lips. It enlivens … Continue reading

November 28, 2017

The Waking of Giants, by Adrian Simmons

I. My name is Crethon and those who listen to the tales of wandering poets or spend the night in the guesthouse of King Peritas will know who I am. … Continue reading

November 28, 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