Corey Farrenkopf
Writer and Editor at Freelance
Writer/Librarian. Words in @NightmareMag @TheDeadlands @StrangeHorizons @ElectricLit… Repped by @MarieLamba books: Living in Cemeteries / Haunted Ecologies
Articles
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1 month ago |
bridgeeight.com | Corey Farrenkopf
At a party, as others sip beer around a campfire, you tell your friend he’s going to die on his motorcycle. And then he does. You can’t make the funeral because you’re in grad school hundreds of miles away, studying Education. It’s orientation week and you’re already exquisitely lost.
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2 months ago |
flashfictiononline.com | Corey Farrenkopf
My mother had a shrine to God in the basement before the flood came. Candles. Statuary. The golden tabernacle. Stained glass looked out on concrete foundation, no portal to a drier world. She’s still down there, bones picked clean by river fish, snapping turtles risen from swamps. She thought prayer would save her, an invisible, tide-halting dome cast over the house. I’ve seen her hollow, skeletal remains. A scuba mask and snorkel borrowed from a neighbor.
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Dec 9, 2024 |
strangehorizons.com | Nnadi Samuel |Corey Farrenkopf |Michelle Koubek |Catherine Baker
gravity ropes a shark upside down as if destined for hanging. the glissading wind, scissoring mushrooms off the hard scale of its body—laid in acrobatic display. the spectacle hunts the small kingdom of man. Its practised weight, silvering the atmosphere in marigold worship. I roam the length of this world, wasteful with minutes,positioning to catch a glimpse of its dorsal fin making an ocean of air. It swam the Mississippis of its lives, indifferent to hurt.
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Dec 9, 2024 |
strangehorizons.com | Michelle Koubek |Corey Farrenkopf |Nnadi Samuel |Catherine Baker
The universe is dying. I can tell by how the stars are flicking off like lightbulbs. But that’s why I’m here, electrician to the sky,R5-70, a nanobot with 3,000 siblings. We crawl through the dim space like cave explorers,poking, twisting and tightening the stars that have turned off. And as they blink back on memories scorch uslike solar flares from the Sun,burning, because the past is angry for being forgotten. Here is one, I see my daughter,chicken wing arms and jalapeno eyes.
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Dec 9, 2024 |
strangehorizons.com | Catherine Baker |Corey Farrenkopf |Michelle Koubek |Nnadi Samuel
Beginning to read any speculative fiction story means piecing its world together from the words the author gives us, one by one. What kinds of being live here, what spaces they inhabit, what laws their physical and social worlds must follow, what common sense they have that we do not, what technologies they know and how supernatural the cosmology will be—all come piece by piece as we interpret the words. And especially the names.
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Had a wonderful time at Centerville Public Library talking about Haunted Ecologies and the joy of weird short stories! https://t.co/25FDDtv7zs
I’m wicked excited to talk about @michaelwehunt’s debut novel, The October Film Haunt, at the Book Buzz Panel at StokerCon’s Librarians day!!! If you love the Blair Witch Project, Found Footage, meta horror, beautiful prose, and spooky stuff in the woods, don’t sleep on this! https://t.co/HeQUiAAHKT
Want to hear me talk about writing eco-horror and spooky short stories in general??? If yes, come hang out at Centerville Library tonight at 5:30 :) https://t.co/01glKhR5fj