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Story Previews
*ย – author debut
Hear this, see thisโthe sky was aโflash with lightning, thunder clapping and rain coming down in buckets, cats and dogs and opossums. The gutters in East Point were already clogged with leaves and sticks. Water gushed out onto the street, dark and dirty, full of debris, frustrating cars and their drivers. People caught out in the storm hurried into nearby stories, into their cars or huddled beneath awnings, and people inside looked out at the tempest, commented to themselves, to whoever was nearby. This was some rain alright, some mighty rain. All the while, the water rushed and flowed, beat at the trees, beat at the concrete, the asphalt, filled and filled and flooded.
1906, Louisa County, Virginia
I was there when the things came up out of her.
The girlโMaddie and โemโs youngest named Heddyโchoked and gagged them right out of herself, retching long and loud. Beetles and bugs and even a small black garter snake wriggled its way on through. All them things fell on the ground writhing and scuttling away. She had on this nice yellow dress since, after all, we was at a get-together. It didnโt stay nice for long with that black mess spewing out all over. Everyone else just stood there in their Sunday best looking on with their mouths open, their eyes wide. Some of the ladies hollered. One fainted dead away. Even the menfolk gasped and let loose an Oh Lord here and there.
You wring your hands, cold and clammy and rough. Skin of teeth, salty with sea brine cuts into the humanlike fat of your palms, and you stare down the edge of oblivion. The wind whips you, sings to you. A full, fat, yellow moon casts a sultry pall over the water, the light disappearing into its mirror image on the sea. You take one step, then another. The blue hole sings its deep, droning song, and what can you do? Resist?
When the cop car makes a U-turn and starts tailing me, I know Iโm in deep shit. I shake back my hoodie and slow my pace. No use running. Nav tells me six blocks stretch between me and the safe house. Too far. Canโt risk it. I blink twice to activate my livestream, and send the encrypted feed straight to my personal server. Just in case, I tag Vee, Machine, even Marโthough my twin wonโt see it for days, and when she does, sheโll be pissed. If shit goes downโand I have hella contraband on me, so it mightโI want a recording. I want evidence they canโt spin.
Wonโt do much, but itโs something.
Poem: โAliens Visit the Caribbeanโ by Terese Mason Pierre
Issue Interviews
Cover Artist – Steffi Walthall:ย ย Steffi Walthall is the artist for FIYAH’s first animated cover! We interviewed her about her style, her process, and the artwork she did for us.
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