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Don’t look up. Keep Calm and Carry On, said the Government. Some mastermind at the Home Office had decided it was time to use the posters that had become so popular during the Recession. What people saw in the sky was even worse than a financial recession. Don’t look up they said. So of course […]

If Emilia, as a young girl, had known what was in that room, she might never have gone in. If she’d known what that red light leaking out from that room meant, all those sobs that went in. Then she’d have never needed to open up the house, years later, to the new police lieutenant. […]

In the time that I spent looking for David Adcock, it never occurred to me that he was not human, but a spirit, a rumor. Maybe he had been human at one point, but time had eroded his name into nothing but a whisper on the wind. How did I even find myself in this […]

A thin mist enveloped the village at daybreak. An old man woke at the first signs of light to tend to the animals. His granddaughter emerged from their thatched shelter brandishing pails of milk. Grandfather, grandfather! she exclaimed pointing toward the misted hills and thick forest. Another animal? Flowers? Deer, rabbits… What? Lord forbid… wolves. […]

The phone rang and Maxine answered, dutifully. There was a pause on the other end of the line, a measured silence. Then a familiar, sour voice: “Why didn’t you pick up?” “I was in the subway, Mom,” Maxine said, and it was the truth. “No, you weren’t, and when were you going to call your […]

It had never occurred to him that the red elk wasn’t real. For a year now, Sato had followed its trail through the thick forest around the mountain that people called the Sea of Trees and Sato called his playground. No matter how deep it led him in, it always returned him home. It was […]

The woman knelt before a gravestone, pushing wire spokes into the earth. Fixed to the spokes was a large placard, brightly colored but illegible from where I stood. I watched for a few moments as the wire sunk into the ground, and faintly through rustling leaves I heard her voice. A few words drifted to […]

Damascus, a long time ago The hand hangs in the Al Marjeh square. It is light and sways easily in the wind. Its colour has changed from the translucent pink of human flesh to an earthy brown, ready to rejoin the dust. Men and women come to the square to see the hand, but they […]

“How do you pick your victims?” I asked. The old man grunted and poked at the fire with his cane. Despite the suffocating August heat of the city, his apartment seemed cold to me. Cold and damp. “Why do you call them victims?” he asked. “You’re taking something from them. Even if they don’t get […]

They say she is the soul of all wasted women: beautiful and barren, she is the suicide of winter, the white bone buried beneath the seedling; a strange and dangerous tree awaiting its first blossom. There is one in every country that has felt the bite of winter: always a woman neither young nor old, […]

This month you can donate .99¢ to Scrutiny Journal and you’ll receive East Asia. Our first eBook comes as a downloadable .ePub. Pick up your copy here and enjoy the following three stories: “The Old Salt” by Clark Zlotchew “Yukki-Onni” by David W. Landrum “Hibakusha” by L.P. Lee