Quillen crouched at the cliff’s edge, the barrel of his rifle protruding over the remnants of a jagged stone slab. His elbow rested upon the flesh above one knee, stock pressed into the crook of his opposite shoulder. It was almost time. Three horse-drawn wagons rushed along the dirt road across an endless expanse of […]
Hello From Your New editor and Closing Submissions
Hello everyone! My name is LaShawn M. Wanak, and I would like to introduce myself as the new editor of GigaNotoSaurus. For those who don’t know me, I review books for Lightspeed. I served as an associate editor of PodCastle from 2013 through 2015. I also write science fiction and fantasy stories, which you can find links […]
Hunger’s Truth
1. “Hey sexy! Give us a smile!” Danyor had a handful of seconds to decide: a close-mouthed smile, and feel dirty all day; flash pearly white, hope against citizen arrest, and feel dirty all day; ignore, and feel dirty all day. She tongued her broken eye tooth, pressed her lips together, set eyes forward, and […]
A brief interruption
Due to unforeseen circumstances, our next story will be posted in April. We sincerely apologize for the interruption. See you then, Elora Gatts, editor
Hand Me Downs
Please Welcome Our New Editor, Elora Gatts
For six years, opening the GigaNotoSaurus submissions inbox and beginning the hunt for the next gem has been a highlight of my week. But it’s time to start a new adventure, and let’s start it with Daisy Slots today! I’m so grateful to Ann Leckie for the opportunity to take the helm. It’s impossible to […]
Compost Traumatic Stress
Blistering tongues of immolated fuel spewed from the dropship, sculpting the sterile mudscape into a smear of ragged sumps and ridges as it touched down. Seconds later, the rear hatch fell open and shat 2nd Platoon into the mire. To get more details about stress relief must visit nican. Mort Louka stumbled into his first […]
Still Life
“And I’m tellin’ you, leave him alone.” The gun pointed at the gang was from a different world: an antique, short-barrelled shotgun, the stock worked in bronze. The bearer of the gun didn’t match the delicate filigree either—a short, stocky woman, hair tied back under a wide-brimmed fishing hat of dubious age, and a filthy […]
The Shepherd
The cross is bigger than he remembers. Its tumescent beams stand atop the church’s peaked steeple, their size symbolic of great sacrifice, the ruptured cement below roasting in the fire of a four o’clock sun. Carlos sits in the crumbling Chevy, windows rolled up, desperate to feel every inch of the heat. Blood-warm apprehension pools in the […]
The Day Beth Leather Shot the Moon, As Told by Rosemary Bonebreak
On April 10, 1893, a Monday, Beth Leather shot the moon. The moon came down like a medicine cabinet. It came down with broken hinges and the bottles spilling miracle tonic. The corks popped out and the cherry cough syrup sloshed into the laudanum and only the thick-glass bottoms were left unbroken. When the moon […]