Award Eligibility Post for 2024

 

The year’s not yet over, but it’s that time when writers begin posting about their award-eligible work. This year I had four short stories published. I would be honored if you took a look at any of them.

 

“The Cold Inside” (dark fantasy, 4300 words) in Metaphorosis. March 2024.

 

A story about a ghost who knocks on a door. A story about grief and guilt, set among the woods and water of northern Michigan.

  • Featured in Maria Haskin’s March 2024 Short Fiction Roundup: “A hauntingly beautiful and chilling (in more ways than one) story about grief and loss. . .  a delicate and profound unspooling of emotions, love, regret, and loneliness.”

 

“The Red Queen’s Heart” (fantasy, 2294 words) in Lightspeed. July 2024.

 

A story about a magical night market, a once-conquering Queen, and what we give up to survive. Lightspeed Magazine also offers this story as a podcast, with a beautiful narration by Stefan Rudnicki

  • Author interview/spotlight here

 

“Remembering Day” (science fiction, 4717 words) in Uncharted Magazine. July 2024.

 

This tale didn’t get as much attention as some of my others this year, but it’s honestly one of my favorite. It’s a far-future story about mind-uploading, but it’s really an ode to the bodies—and lives—that we have right now.

 

“That Small, Hard Thing on the Back of Your Neck” (weird/dark fantasy, 3281 words) in The Future Fire. October 2024.

 

My dark, weird little story about a troubled teenage girl and the masks/skins that we all wear.

 

 

 



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