by Xi Chuan Translated by Lucas Klein Illustration by Ivana Bugarinovic Ten thousand mosquitoes unite into a tiger, reduced to nine thousand they can only unite into a leopard, reduced to eight thousand and they can only unite into an immobile chimpanzee. But one mosquito is just one mosquito. The hemophagous mosquito, the female mosquito,
Author: DennisCarter
With spring rapidly ebbing away into the balmier summer climes as we write this – the ‘April’ appellation above is already something of a misnomer as this issue comes to you at the tail end of the month – Schlock is already getting a teensy bit nostalgic about that idyllic time of year. The one
by Rachel Agius Illustration by Daniela Attard Spinning spinning spinning but He would not come down. Henry looked up at Him, a broad smile on his face. Henry loved Him. More than anything in the world. More than his ball. More than The Woman. More than The Child. Henry did nothing but love Him. He
Michael J. Sullivan For our second edition of Schlock Talks we sit down and have a chat with Michael J. Sullivan, creator of many worlds, including The Riyria Revelations. Since self-publishing his first book in 2008 he has gained a loyal fan base and in 2012 SF site io9 named him one of the most
Adventurers Vito and Wilhelm, the heroes of ‘The Reward’ For the very first edition of our Schlock Talks – a monthly series of interviews – we catch up with Mikkel Mainz, Kenneth Ladekjær and Bo Juhl from Sun Creature Studio – the Danish alumni of The Animation Workshop and the force behind the lovable, and now viral,
People like Dorn seem to be trapped just under the surface of things. No part of their character has ever been irreparably traumatised so they choose to stand on the periphery of life, operating like periscopes. Their days are usually associated with a particular place in which they float around like submarines on an arid
As the year inches towards an inevitable end, the writer takes it upon himself to indulge in unhealthy amounts of reflection. And, at the moment, said reflection heads towards the noble art of manliness. What does it mean to be a man? Is it enough to simply be the owner of a penis and perhaps
It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards – here at Schlock, we’ve come to encourage a little license with the past. Berislav Blagojevic’s haunting recollection of the Yugoslav Wars becomes a snapshot of a disintegrating country’s elusive identity. Meanwhile, P. Keith Boran’s The Strangest of Angels transports us to a conflict that’s
Painting by Gilbert Calleja Dirty Boy Macnee was a Napper. He was the kind of guy you could admire, so Aurora B. did. Dirty Boy had told him a lot of stories, about how most of them carried knives, some of them guns. “Talk about baby killers,” Dirty Boy would say, and laugh the way
by Douglas J. Ogurek Illustration by Jennings Falzon A man stood at the brink of a cliff 500 feet above the sea. His hair swept back and his gown fluttered. The foot-wide disk that extended from his third finger rippled and released a rumble that carried for ten miles. The sound and the fluttering stopped.