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IN THIS ISSUE:
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You all know what an atom looks like, right? Kind of like a little solar system, with planet-ish electrons circling a sun-ish nucleus? Yes? No. This issue's cover depicts an electron "cloud", an attempt by scientists to represent, more closely, the true nature of an atom. Here the nucleus is surrounded by a vast array of lines that indicate not where a given electron is, but rather the probabilities of where it COULD be. Its based on Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle, which states -- in very general terms -- that it is impossible to accurately determine both the position and momentum of a sub-atomic particle. So you can know either an electron is or how fast it's moving, but not both. Confused? Welcome to quantum physics, my friend!
This issue's Name in Lights goes out to Allegory's newest staff member. Julia Nolan joined us with this issue, and has quickly become a valued asset to the Allegory family. As an Associate Editor, Julia is tasked with reading through the "slush pile", the huge collection of submissions that come into our office from all over the world for each and every issue. Trust me, it's a daunting task ... and one that Julia tackles with skill and enthusiam. Welcome aboard, my new friend! |
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Too Busy Writing! Sorry folks! I know I usually use this space for some editorial announcement or other. And yes, occassionally, I DO exploit it for purposes of personal promotion. But, heck, it's not like I'm drawing a salary or anything! This time around, however, I'm going to have to take a pass. I'm busy finishing up the first draft of THE UNDERTAKERS: CAPITOL CORPSES, the third installment in the UNDERTAKERS Middle Grade thriller series. So you people are just going to have to survive without my dubious wisdom this time around. But never fear: I'm sure I'm come up with something pointless to say for the NEXT issue! Best, - Ty Drago
Articles"Writer's
Toolbox: No Longer the Path Less Traveled
Fiction
The barn is lined with shelves of old twisted wood,
which start at the floor and go up to the ceiling, and then into the
roof and rafters. Mom and Dad, stop this now! We can still escape! Every
space on the shelves has a smiling, snarling, and lit Jack-O-Lantern
in it. They all start screaming my name, and tell me to get off the
trailer.
"Dognabbit"
"Hook" Digging his sneakers into the soil for traction
and bracing himself with his free hand, he gently raised the hook and
positioned the point just forward of the passenger side’s back
door handle. He applied pressure and dragged the hook perhaps an inch
backward. The nails-on-a-chalkboard screech made him wince and grit
his teeth. Then he stopped and held the hook perfectly still. The car
stopped bouncing. The hook had gouged a thin scar on the door, though
it looked like only the latest scratch marking the days on a prisoner’s
wall. Muffled voices drifted from the back seat. In spite of himself,
Billy smiled, wishing he could see the expression on Farley’s
face. "Code
Red " He approached the examination table, indulging in a permissive look at the captive agent’s genitals before locking his gaze on the still-handsome features of Code Red. He reached an arm up to the halogen light, dimming it so that it no longer resembled an explosion, but rather its tranquil aftermath. “Better?” he asked. Code Red blinked to clear his vision of the troublesome spots that
still danced there. “Much better,” he replied. “Now
if I can only get room service to bring me up a turkey club, I’d
be one happy camper.”
"The
Death Bump"
"Repairing
Walls " Erin found a hole in her chest.
A chill woke her, like from an open door, but this sensation was tucked
between her breasts while the rest of her remained warm beneath the
blankets. As her hand ran over her shirt, it dipped into a gap, and
she sat up fully awake. Examining herself, she discovered her skin cut,
her sternum cracked and separated like the video of open heart surgery
she saw once. That, however, had a heart. Her hole kind of went on forever.
No bone, no muscle, no blood, just blackness. And cold.
"The
Tin City Good Deal" There was a sharp report and
a shard of concrete blasted from the wall behind him. Moondog placed
the bow on the ground and got up slowly. “You guys must be from
that settlement up North I passed by last month. Yeah,” he said
with a tight grin. “listen, that hog I took looked real sick,
wouldn’t have lived two more days, I figured.
"Smoke
and Mirrors"
Staff ShowcaseIn
this issue we're doing things a little differently. Instead of short
stories,
"Novel
Preview:
"Novel
Preview:
"Novel
Preview:
Honorable MentionsAllegory deals with submissions in the way that, as far as I know, remains fairly unique in the publishing world. Each story is individually reviewed and, if considered publishable, is placed in our "Maybe" pile. At the end of each submission period, these "Maybes" are reviewed, and the best eight chosen to appear in the next issue. This final cut is made on the basis of issue balance, and does NOT reflect the overall quality of these stories. That said, here - in no particular order - are the "Maybes" who just missed publication in Allegory. Each one is a fine tale that we would have been proud to publish. Remember these names, friends and fellows. You'll be hearing from them in the future. I guarantee it! Late Night Breeze by Bradley Jones |
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