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Strange Charms: Change Ever Present

Strange Charms: Change Ever Present

As is the way of things, more changes are coming to Quantum Fairy Tales. We will no longer be featuring quarterly issues, but will convert to a semi-annual format publishing twice a year, Spring/Summer (right now…hooray!) and Fall/Winter (sometime in October). The Gnomies  travel the world, write relentlessly, work like dogs, create art and baby gnomies, and change the world in a lot of other ways that take time away from our caverns full of your emails. But no matter where…

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Science For Fiction: Space Junkers Forever, and Ever

Science For Fiction: Space Junkers Forever, and Ever

Years pass like days Though a moment lasts forever Within your arms   The Science What goes up must come down, unless it’s in orbit. That stuff might come down eventually, but not for a long time. Out of over 7,000 satellites launched in the last 60 years, only about a third still function. The rest are just a bunch of useless junk floating around. Aside from that, multiple agencies count tens of thousands of smaller objects – debris –…

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The Santa Claus Apocalypse

The Santa Claus Apocalypse

“The cards are yours to shuffle,” D’Angela reminded Kyler, who looked dourly down at the deck in his hand. When everything started happening they had found shelter in their traditional boiled-egg-and-tea spot in the forest behind the house — an idea that perhaps, D’Angela considered, had not been the best of all possible ones. Still, things felt safe enough for now, nestled among the Rubra and Rhombofolia, underneath the all-encompassing parasol of a grand Douglas Fir. A Christmas tree, of…

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Storybook Gothic

Storybook Gothic

The flashing lights of the squad car cut reassuringly through the eerie predawn fog. Announcing security and protection, they told the grim night a comforting story. But it was not true. Detective Papa Grizzloski stood outside Grandma’s House puffing hard on his cigar. The rancid smoke was bliss after the stench inside, and he breathed deeply to get the awful reek of fresh blood and burnt molasses out of his nose. Cookies were ruined forever. Voices crackling on the radio…

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Twelve O’Clock Hijinks

Twelve O’Clock Hijinks

Diesel fumes mingled with wood smoke as members of an elite reconnaissance squadron held a tailgate party on the lowered ramp of a cargo plane. That novel noontime activity attracted the attention of a contingent of wizards who happened to be flying by the airport. “Look,” a burger flipper said, pointing to the sky a short time later. “Isn’t that the witch who just buzzed our barbecue grill?” “It’s hard to tell from this distance,” his friend said. “What makes…

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The Boy Carved from Wood

The Boy Carved from Wood

There once was an old poplar tree tended by a woman even older than the wood. Its trunk rose tall and straight, and its branches began at the bottom and spiraled up like a staircase all the way to the crown. The old woman kept a garden over which this tree towered, each morning inspecting her flowers, pruning her vines, sucking the juices from the darkest of blackberries, or crunching the sweetest of apples. Beside the garden, an ancient lake…

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