December 2025
Editorial: Go Small and Go Home
Go small and go home.
In our call for FamPunk, this was one of the guidelines. It is something that many of our submitters responded to, and referenced directly in their cover letters. Go small and go home.
So many spec fic stories go big. They get larger and larger, up to and involving saving the world/galaxy/universe. They expand and expand, and… then what? Who ever really gets to be a main character in that story? Can you really imagine yourself there? And, is the science/fantasy element really important to the story, or is it just the same old hero story dressed up in spaceships and lasers?
In this issue, we wanted to subvert some of the assumptions built into sci-fi and fantasy, the need to be expansive and overblown.
Science fiction and fantasy has its established norms, the things we expect to see. We wanted to see something different. That quest for subversion is the essence of “punk.” While it’s been argued in some social channels that the term “punk” is overused, we wanted to uplift anti-establishment, non-conforming, rule-breaking approaches to speculative fiction writing.
Rather than the hero’s journey, rather than big grand adventures, we sought out stories that embrace mundanity, everydayness, families of all shapes and creations. We wanted to bring some closeness to genre fiction.
When the large institutions fail us, it is the smaller units that see us through. The families, in all their shapes and sizes, joys and annoyances. Assembled families, imagined families, godly families. Nuclear families and mechanical families. Across all submissions, it was fascinating to see how authors interpreted ‘family,’ and how they wove those concepts into their writing.
FamPunk isn’t a subgenre that existed before now, and it’s not something that necessarily needs to exist after. It’s not a new category that has to come sweeping through. It’s just a way of playing with ideas, questioning norms, and featuring other kinds of stories. We think the stories in this edition do a beautiful job of combining the two things. They give us characters who exist in alternate worlds/sciences/magics, and they make us care about their small concerns. Their everyday lives. The little things, small, at home, and so very important to the characters.
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Ⓒ Emma Burnett
Henrietta Armitage Doesn’t Read Anymore
Henrietta was light-headed. The old man slouching across from her had a sardine sandwich, so the waiting room reeked. Henrietta’s octopus enjoyed the stink, but she herself was nauseous. That’s why she was there: the dizziness, the hot bile, the drool.She turned to the girl beside her, green fringe poking from her pilling hoodie. Whispered: […]
Editorial: The Collection
I have a collection of octopuses. There’s probably an octopus in every room of my house, a tentacle waving at me from every doorway. I haven’t always collected them—I didn’t know anything about the animal as a kid. I’m mildly concerned about what a large collection of anything suggests about the collector. But there was […]
Mirror-hole
The mirror-hole appears on Haley’s sixteenth birthday as she’s putting on eyeliner. A huge, jagged oval in the middle of the mirror.Haley shrugs and puts on mascara. It’s not like she’s never seen a mirror-hole. Still, she doesn’t let anything get close to it.She waits until Friday before telling Jessica, while they’re in line for […]
Schism
Beneath Ibryn’s touch, the Instrument that Has No Name sings. It is a complex affair—it took them several years to learn. Many more to master. Playing it is a puzzle, a complicated maze of levers and keys and dials only decipherable by the immense processing power of their hive. To even coax out a single […]
Conflict Resolution
I push Alicia hard, deep into the liquid, gripping her shoulders when she squirms. Silver balls of air bubble from her nose and her lips move as if she’s trying to speak, to cry, to plead. Finally, she sags into the viscous liquid. Her eyes stay open, staring at the ceiling of Cargo Hold One, […]
The Lonely Eldritch Hearts Club
Summoning an Eldritch horror is all about boundaries. This is no minor pantheon of darkness–demons, ghouls and small gods, hooved and hungry. No. These are horrors uninhabiting the cosmos, ouroboric infinity devouring itself.I swipe through profile pictures. They undulate, defying the reality of liquid crystal pixels, biting my fingertips through the conductive indium coating the […]
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