Category: Issue six fiction
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Eugen Bacon reflects on Issue Six.
What is so special about Other Terrain? The diversity it offers. Together with an enthusiastic team of editors, we came across distinct pieces in fiction, poetry, essays and book reviews, each with its unique gaze at the world around us, at the universe of our minds. What inspires writers? Why, see those stories cartwheel around…
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Marked
By Kathryn Lamont Prologue: It became apparent in the year 2700 that collective memories and artefacts would not be enough to remember the events of the past. If left unattended, a millennia’s worth of information, achievements and lessons would be lost. The solution, presented in the year 3021, was time travel. Brave men and…
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Clear Shelter
By Avi Leibovitch The benches were too wet to sit on, so I stood like everyone else on the platform. The rain tapped a furious rhythm on the concrete ground. I was tired after a long day at the office, and the thought of going home and collapsing into bed had me clenching my…
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Pseudopangea
By Jeremy C. North The land was once one. It stood as a lone entity, encompassing every continental body so rigorously defined by mappers in present day. There were no arguments about whether the borders between Europe and Asia were arbitrary, or if the Americas should be better categorised as one unit. There was only…
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A Letter to a Faraway Friend
By Skye B Jenner Twirling the pen in her delicate fingers, she thought. And thought. And thought. Sometimes it was hard to put emotions into words. The pen twirled. How could she start saying what she’d wanted to say since forever? There are always friendships that end. Sometimes it was her, because she didn’t want…
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A Mourning
By Reece Pye I’d never been to a funeral before. But this isn’t what concerned me, as much as it upset me. What I was concerned about was that I was going to have to stand before my closest family, and people I had never seen before, so I could deliver the eulogy my mother…
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Mechanical Hearts
By Rebecca Jane It was strange seeing a flesh and bone human being. Leahtried to ignore the man, tried not to watch in fascination as he wandered around the room, analysing every bench and whiteboard, every box under the tables, every scrap, design, and every piece of tech. Movement was rare in this space. It…