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
Author Archive
Serving Girl
It had taken me six years to grow my hair to my waist, where decent women kept it, but only five minutes for Lia to cut it, and now it lay scattered around her brother Mazi’s house like straw on a stable floor. “Let me get a look at you, Ari.” Lia walked around me […]
Three Partitions
Chani sat on the women’s balcony, racing through her prayers at the usual breakneck speed of the Orthodox. She was bored. She knew there was a Chasidic position that prayer should be as fast as possible, to prevent the yetzer hara, the evil inclination from getting a few thoughts in edgewise between the words. But […]
One, Two, Three
We fucked up. We all know it, despite the fact that the others don’t want to admit it. The whole night was a series of fuck-ups, starting with Kerby and his stupid bottle of Latvian tequila – it didn’t occur to him to wonder why the stuff was in the discount bin, did it? (Dumber […]
The Taking of Book 257
The priest finished his elegy with the usual pronouncements, then added a turn of phrase Elo hadn’t ever heard a priest use. “Gods and the Destroyer be merciful,” the old man had said. Just like any man of the troop might have, with Destroyer and Gods in the same sentence. Elo looked around the bowed […]
The Dead Star, The Satirist, and the Soldier
Nurzanah found him in the dust-eaten ruins of the library, seated before a broken writing desk. He was thinner than she’d ever seen him, the bones in his wrist showing clearly under the long sleeves of his kurta, and as she hesitated in the doorway he set his head against his hands, fingers pressed into […]
Christmas Wedding
Today was a perfect day, with three flaws. It was snowing here in Miami, one of her brides had trouble recognizing her, and her cummerbund wouldn’t stay up. The cummerbund was the only problem Mel could fix. She brushed ashes off the church office’s desk and rummaged around for safety pins. She found typed notes […]
How the Milkmaid Struck a Bargain With the Crooked One
There’s that old saying: “Truth is costly, dearly bought.Want it free? Ask a sot.” Don’t you believe it. There’s no wisdom in wine, just as there’s no brevity in beer. And while I don’t accuse Da of malice aforethought, I wouldn’t have minded some–any!–aforethought in this case, being as times are harrowed enough, without you […]
Please Welcome Our New Editor, Rashida J Smith
GigaNotoSaurus has been a labor of love from the beginning. I’m very proud of the fiction I’ve published since its start in 2010. And I’ve had a lot of fun editing–I can tell you from experience that when editors say they get a happy thrill out of discovering a gem in the slush, they really, […]
Mother Roughcoat and Aunt Far Away
Mother Roughcoat lived in a one-room shack in the center of the city. She wasn’t, and never had been, anybody’s mother, but because she was older than the municipal hall, or looked it–in truth, she looked older than the Foundation Fountain, and that thing was crumbling to sand–people called her Mother out of an old-fashioned […]