2018 Awards Eligibility Post

Tap-tap-tap… Is this thing on?

So…this is my FIRST(!) EVER(!) Awards Eligibility Post™ for the fantasy and science fiction short stories of mine that were published this year. (Or in any year, for that matter.) This is a whole, brand new world to me.

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The Nebula Awards are now open for nominations, and soon the Hugo and other award nominating seasons will open up as well. I hope you’ll take a look through these offerings and if, per chance, one catches your eye and your mind as award worthy, please slip it onto your nominating ballot. If not, I hope these stories at least give you a few minutes of reading pleasure.

(The story titles in the larger font I feel are especially worth a good, hard look.)

Time cracks and uhrbuchs rustle. I look up from a half-penciled illustration.

 

  • Shattered HandBeneath Ceaseless Skies Issue #258, 16 August 2018. Fantasy, 4600 words

Long shadows skittered before us, cast by a newly risen sun. Kayta and I loped across burnt desert; tracked the wind-eroded dusty treads of uncounted pilgrims, Covenant youth, warriors. Evaded what few sentries patrolled the perimeter. Empty sky, empty land, no one, nothing to see. A banned land. Minimally guarded—uncovenanted entry is death.

 

  • Requires ReplenishmentMartian, the Magazine of Science Fiction Drabbles, 20 August 2018. Science Fiction | 100 words

Hot tires buzzing.

Backseat child whimpering.

Dead alien in trunk.

 

I crack time. Part the seam, step into gray-green gloom. I wait as eyes adjust, hear the seam flutter closed. Bookshelves line the corridor, extend into the past. Shelves crammed with books, spines to the wall, smelling of ozone and rose water. Hardcovers, paperbacks, trades, loose leaf. The past as hardcopy, minutes pressed against minutes, fossilizing through time.

 

Where are you? I trace ringing photons, syncopated cosmic ray beats, attenuated quaverings of taut space-time chords. Entangled atoms vibrating in quantum indecision sustain my faith. I range across light-years, plow gigaparsecs of quantum foam, dark matter tides, neutrino cacophonies. 

 

Keep reading! And if you’re a writer, keep writing!

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Tammy and I say Bless all y’all!

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Marc A. Criley, A Writer of Some Sort

It seems like a good idea to have a central site where people who may be interested in my writing can learn a little bit about me, or find some links to my writing.

So, this is the place.

Look at “About Me” for a little background on myself, and the “Bibliography” for stories I’ve written that have or will be published. And if you want to confer, feel free to use the “Contact” form.

"Somehow, I Don't Feel Comfortable", Momoyo Torimitsu (2000)
“Somehow, I Don’t Feel Comfortable”, Momoyo Torimitsu (2000)

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