Dark horse/'därk '?hôrs/noun1. a candidate or competitor about whom little is known but who unexpectedly wins or succeeds."a dark-horse candidate" Join us for a monthly tour of writers who give as good as they get. From hard science-fiction to stark, melancholic apocalypses; from Lovecraftian horror to zombies and horror comedy; from whimsical interludes to tales of unlikely compassion--whatever it is, if it's weird, it's here. So grab a seat before the starting gun fires, pour yourself a glass of strange wine, and get ready for the running of the dark horses. In this issue: THE BLUE DANCERSErin Jones DON'T GO DOWN THEREKemal Onor FLIES IN THE DEATH HOUSEPaul Lee IN BETWEENCullen Corkery MAGILLAWess Mongo Jolly PUT IT ONJamie Redact RACHEL: A POST-APOCALYPTIC RAPUNZEL Melissa Rose Rogers TERFARIM THE FRUMIOUSJoe Pan WE ARE ALL GOBLINSA. J. Van Belle BEYOND THE BLACK CURTAINWayne Kyle Spitzer

Dark Horses: The Magazine of Weird Fiction No. 13 | February 2023 - Dark Horses Magazine, #13

The final Flashback begins ... It's all led to this. All the characters and situations of the Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse come together in a final trilogy of tales that will close out and define the saga. Join Ank and Williams, the crew of Gargantua, the kids from Thunder Road, and so many others as they heed the call to adventure one last time and face the very architects of the Flashback!Welcome to the world of the Flashback, a world in which man's cities have become overgrown jungles and extinct animals wander the ruins. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere, all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same, for this is a world whose very purpose is to challenge you, a world where anything can and will happen. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood and beauty. Do it today, before the apocalypse comes. From This Savage and Beautiful Night:He looked at the sky; at the Flashback Borealis-now diminished by the sun-and the drifting lights (which were of a color no one had ever seen). "Because the truth is, I have been closer to their dark materials than anyone-anyone here in Barley, that's for sure. And I am telling you: there was something in their voices this time that wasn't there before, something, I think, that they've never experienced. And that's fear."At which the amphitheater fell ghostly silent, at least for a moment."Well, fear of what, exactly?" called a man with a stump for a hand (his name was Roger), at last. "They're sure as hell not afraid of us."Francis just shook his head. "I don't know. Fear of whatever's at the center of that labyrinth; which is why they're gathering on it. Maybe even the fear that it will somehow affect their precious Flashback ...""Wait a minute, wait a minute, " blurted someone-some punk kid, I believe his name was Lonny. "So you're saying there's two conflicting forces-sort of like a football game-one of which is responsible for the Flashback, while the other is even now beckoning to us?" He laughed and slapped his hat against his hip. "Well, hell, man, sign me up with the Beckoner! Let's do this!"Laughter; laughter and riotous applause-which devolved into chaos-as Bella Ray threw up her arms and someone tossed torn paper (like confetti) and something parted the crowd like a float, like a tank. Something that turned out to be an armored dinosaur (an ankylosaurus) with a man walking beside it, a duo I knew to be the great Ank and Williams themselves-veterans of the Dinosaur War and the Bearers of the Hammer. The Legends of the North."That's just precisely what he's saying, " shouted Williams assuredly, authoritatively. "And he's exactly right to do so-because that's the situation." He looked at Francis, who brought him the cordless microphone. "And it's high time we accepted it; and started drawing up our plans. Because friends-fellow survivors, veterans of the Big One and all those who have come here because they heard Radio Free Montana, it's all come down to this."

This Savage and Beautiful Night - Flashback/The Dinosaur Apocalypse: The Final Trilogy of Stories, #1

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the dinosaur apocalypse. How did it all begin? That depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather-which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees-it didn't take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn't take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback-which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake-to change the face of the earth. Nor for the stories, some long and others short, some from before the maelstrom (and resulting societal collapse) and others after, to be recorded. Welcome to the world of the Flashback, a world in which man's cities have become overgrown jungles and extinct animals wander the ruins. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere, all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same, for this is a world whose very purpose is to challenge you, for better or for worse. It is a world where frightened commuters will do battle with murderous bikers even as primordial monsters close in, and others will take refuge in an underground theme park only to find their worst enemy is themselves. Where ordinary people-ne'er-do-wells on a cross-country motorcycle trip, a woman on a redeye flight to Hell, a sensitive boy stricken with visions of what's to come--will find themselves in extraordinary situations, and a gunslinger and his telekinetic ankylosaurus will embark on a dangerous quest. A world where travelers will be trapped with an unravelling President of the United States and a band of survivors will face roving packs of monsters and men in post-apocalyptic Seattle; where rioting teenagers will face deadly predators (as well as their own demons) while ransacking the nation's capital; where a Native-American warrior will seek to bury his past--and offer an elegy for all the Earth--in what remains of Las Vegas. In short, it is a world where anything can and will happen. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood and beauty. Do it today, before the apocalypse comes.

The Lost Country - The Flashback Cycle, #2

They streamed out from the tree line in a veritable blitzkrieg, the guns of the tanks rotating and firing, the foot soldiers alternately taking cover behind vehicles and squeezing off bursts, the raptors and triceratops and stegosaurs charging-as Red and Charlotte and Roger and Savanna continued shooting and the children ran ammo and Bella lit the gasoline trenches, as Gojira and the clerk prepared shoulder-mounted rocket launchers. As hundreds of others joined the battle belatedly and began to kill and to be killed. And then they were there; they were at the gates, and the triceratops and stegosaurs had waded into the burning trenches and begun serving as bridges-sacrificing themselves so that the raptors and the foot soldiers could cross-even as a column of bulldozers fanned out along the perimeter and prepared to break the lines for good: dropping their blades-which rattled and clinked against the hail of gunfire-revving their engines, spewing black smoke."Bayonets!" cried Red as the raptors fell upon them, thrusting his own so that it skewered one of the dinosaurs like a shish kabob even before he used its own weight and momentum to swing it over and behind himself.

The Complete Flashback Saga

She was in the habitat-actually in it, not seated at her workstation on the other side of the glass. She was standing before Napoleon in her white lab coat, which, inexplicably, she unzipped and shirked from her shoulders, allowing it to slide to the marshy floor. She didn't know how she had gotten there or how time had rewound so that the habitat and its great glass window were still intact . she only knew she was there to take the experiment to the next level. And as Napoleon looked down at her with eyes that had become strangely human, she knew that he knew why she was there as well .And then she was awake as fast as she'd gone out, and she was standing, slowly, amongst the trees again . wondering why she would dream such a thing. And wondering, too, about the hidden obsessions each and every human being might harbor in the darkest recesses of their subconscious. And then she scanned the trees, realizing, suddenly, that they were swaying-even though there was no wind-and saw Napoleon glaring back at her.

Napoleon

Roadkill ... A funny thing happened to Roger and Savanna Aldiss on the Interstate--they hit a dinosaur. But that's nothing compared to what awaits them down the road. For something is at work to reverse time itself, something which makes the clouds boil, glowing with strange lights, and ancient trees to appear out of nowhere. Something against which Roger, Savanna, a motorcycle gang, and a handful of others will make their final stand. Prehistory lives as ferocious dinosaurs run amok! Science-fiction and horror fans (and especially B-movie lovers) will enjoy this gory, action-packed thriller in the tradition of Roger Corman and George Romero.

Flashback

Dark horse/'därk '?hôrs/noun1. a candidate or competitor about whom little is known but who unexpectedly wins or succeeds."a dark-horse candidate"Join us for a monthly tour of writers who give as good as they get. From hard science-fiction to stark, melancholic apocalypses; from Lovecraftian horror to zombies and horror comedy; from whimsical interludes to tales of unlikely compassion--whatever it is, if it's weird, it's here. So grab a seat before the starting gun fires, pour yourself a glass of strange wine, and get ready for the running of the dark horses. In this issue:ANOTHER MAN'S POISONMarlin BressiFEAR AND LOATHING IN ALPHA CENTAURIColby WoodlandLEGACYWilliam JensenRAINRod MarsdenSPIDERS, SPIDERS, EVERYWHERE!Bill LinkSUBSCRIBEDMikel J. WislerTHE HAND COLLECTORChristian RileyTHE SCARECROWKurt NewtonTHE SOUNDA. S. RemlandKINGS OF THE ROADWayne Kyle Spitzer

Dark Horses: The Magazine of Weird Fiction No. 10 | November 2022 - Dark Horses Magazine, #10

That's when I heard the strange sound: a kind of forlorn mewing, like the note of a horn being drug out too long, coming from just around the corner, just beyond the liquor store-and paused, holding up my hand. "What? What's going on?" I waved her into silence, dropping the rein, then hustled to the edge of the building-where, after peeking around the corner, I saw a juvenile sauropod of the Diplodocus family (meaning it was the size of a typical school bus) collapsed in the middle of the street-its right front leg stuck in a manhole. "What is it? What do you see?" I looked from the sauropod to the corner of a nearby building, where something had moved, then across the street to an overgrown alley. Yes, I thought. There. And there. Between the tattoo parlor and the marijuana dispensary . "Allosaurs, " I said, gravely. "An entire pack of them. In desert camouflage. They-they've got something trapped." "Omigod. It-it's not your dog, is it?" I returned and picked up the rein, began leading Blucifer forward, into the intersection. "No." "Wait . what are you-" "We're going through, " I said. "But what if those things-" "They don't care about us; they want the bigger game. For now. Just hold on." The horse's hooves went clip-clop, clip-clop as we passed, the bluish-gray sauropod coming into full view ... A moment later she said, "It-it's stuck. In the manhole. Do you see that?" I eyed the predators warily, continuing to lead. "There's nothing we can do about it." "But she'll be helpless against-" "That is the way of it, " I insisted. "The way of the-" "Look, would you stop with the Indian clap-trap? I'm not even sure-" There was a thwomp as the allosaur by the building leapt into the road-not by us but about fifty feet away, near the sauropod. "Jesus, can't you do anything? What about your bow?" "And risk bringing them down on us?" I intensified our pace, sprinting toward the Stratosphere. "No!" And then they were coming-the allosaurs from across the street-passing so close we could smell the meat on their breath; closing in on the frightened herbivore . until we passed the scene completely and sought refuge in a nearby gas station (its storefront had long since collapsed) and gathered there trembling as the sauropod cried out-for it wouldn't be long now until they fell upon her. "Jesus, " said Essie, listening. "What a world." "Yes, " I said, remembering. "My father used to say it had a demonic sublime; every tree and every rock, every animal, including man, down to the lowest insect." I listened as the sauropod moaned, seeming already to give up, to resign its fate. "And yet." "What do you mean?" "What?" "You said, 'and yet.' What did you mean?" I un-shouldered the compound bow-rubbing my aching deltoid, stretching my arm. "Nothing. It's just that . maybe it doesn't have to be this way." When she didn't respond I looked at her-found her already looking at me: calmly, meditatively, her eyes seeming to glimmer. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." "I mean . that I could end it. Her confusion and terror. That I-could prevent her from suffering." I looked at the bow and the dark, poisoned bolts attached to it. "That it's in my hands to do so."

Dark Horses: The Magazine of Weird Fiction No. 13 | February 2023 - Dark Horses Magazine, #13

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