Berlin Ben’s Big Night Out on SubverCity Transmit

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The latest episode of SubverCity Transmit, the podcasting brainchild of myself and co-conspirator Erin B. Lillis, features a short story of mine called Berlin Ben’s Big Night Out, previously published by The Subtopian. This episode is hopefully timely as we welcome individuals of all colors, genders, etc., to join us down in the SubverCity Station.

Whoever you are, whatever you are, and wherever you are in space-time, come on down and enjoy this tale of a gender-bending mad scientist getting his night in the moon. A one-off short story set in the cold, neon-lit world of Subterran.

SUBTERRAN in Top 25 for JukePop’s 2016 Summer Writing Project

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subterran_cover_art2The aforementioned SUBTERRAN has been included in the Top 25 for JukePop’s Summer Writing Project this year. JukePop is partnering with cultural arts promoters and publishers 1888 to select one of these 25 novellas based on July’s reader analytics (retention + reading time) for publication. Head on over to JukePop to get your hallucinatory, bio-enhanced fix and show some support. Votes, comments, and time spent reading will increase the odds of getting published and are greatly appreciated.

1888 is also conducting a series of podcast interviews from those involved in the Summer Writing Project. You can check out mine here, where I talk with 1888’s Dean Moses about the writing process and why I love science fiction in an episode of their podcast The How The Why.

best,
Corin

Subterran on JukePop

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Subterran by Corin ReyburnMy experimental first novel, Subterran, is now available chapters at a time over at JukePop—a community publishing platform where one must have the first chapter approved by editorial staff prior to publishing subsequent chapters on your own. I’ve published the first five short little chapters, and will be updating weekly every Thursday with at least two new chapters. We’ll see how this experiment goes. Votes and comments are appreciated.

Subterran is a biopunk absurdist acid trip and was largely a learning process, but I’m happy to make it available online for whoever happens upon it to enjoy.

“Back Cover” copy:
In a subterranean colony called Generik beneath Antarctic ice, Jonah, a bioenhanced technosexual—hip, stunning, and upgraded to his max allocated pleasure capacity—has his pick of the bubble gum girls and boys out on the dancefloor. Fantasy and reality are a whirlwind trip of saturated screen images and nights spent in a dark and decadent club called Hypocrite Wedding.

But ignorance breeds an unwitting victim. When summoned to take place in Generik’s procreation project, he uncharacteristically falls in love with his assigned partner, Mari. When she gets involved in Generik’s sinister venture “EternaLife”—where the ultimate genetic experiment is the goal—Jonah must leave behind his capricious lifestyle, and find a way to infiltrate a system which knows his every move.

Dive in here: jukepop.com/home/read/9364?chapter=0

A Piece of Polyglass Plastic Perfection in The Gateway Review

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product_thumbnailHello out there through vast lands and cities. Another story of mine, “A Piece of Polyglass Plastic Perfection”, is featured in Volume 2 of The Gateway Review: A Journal of Magical Realism. It’s always great to have something in print and I’m proud to be a part of this new publication. The issue is available for purchase here at lulu.com.

The Gateway Review is also currently seeking entries for a writing competition, more details here: gatewayreview.wordpress.com/2015/12/29/volume-2-issue-2-open-submissions-and-writing-competition/

Thanks,
Corin

Inventory of the World in Jersey Devil Press

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Inventory of the World - Jersey Devil Press A flash fiction piece of mine, “Inventory of the World”, was published in this month’s issue of Jersey Devil Press, an all-poetry-and-flash issue that’s short and sweet. Have a gander at Issue 73 – Jersey Devil Press, and read about what happens when your job is to catalog everything from silk scarves to rocket launchers.

best,
Corin

Afternoon in the Grass (flash fic, ~400K)

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IMG_1221It feels like chills down my spine, like all your hairs standing on end, like everything’s operating at the speed of light, at a hundred degrees, at lightning voltage, at maximum volume.

It feels like nothing at all.

I lie in the grass. It’s Tuesday. Wendy lies beside me, eyes closed, breathing softly.

I trail my fingers along her arm, smooth and warm in the sun.

Nothing.

I press up against her, back to front. The strands of her brown hair brush against my face.

Nothing.

The grass doesn’t tickle. The sun doesn’t heat. The wind doesn’t whip against my skin.

I kiss her lips. Nothing.

A year ago, everything was different. Nerves were alive. Love was new. Accidents had yet to happen.

A stray piece of Wendy’s hair lies against her cheek. I fold it back behind her ear, tuck it alongside the others. Does she feel like silk? Does she feel like straw? I don’t know. She smells like roses and rainwater.

Wendy rolls over onto her side, facing me. She smiles, lips pink and wide. Genuine. She reaches for my hand and entwines our fingers, blue on black.

Wendy closes her eyes. I close mine. Behind my eyelids it is dark with white sparks, dots in the night sky. The sparks feel like recycled electricity channeled through me, just passing by on their way to somewhere else. They feel like fire and ice at the same time, they feel like a memory. They feel like everything and nothing at the same time.

I feel cold. I feel like frosting and expired eggs, I feel tired, I feel like I need a drink. I feel like taking off Wendy’s clothes, I feel like saying goodbye to her forever. I feel like a father and a mother, a bastard and a liar, a priest and a prisoner, a thief and a champion. I feel like a newborn and an old man, I feel like I’ve just climbed Everest. I feel like I’m all choked up, like I can’t breathe, like the cops are hunting me down as I’m speeding down the highway, seconds away from freedom. I feel like crying.

I feel nothing.

A couple things…

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Diamonds-on-My-Windshield-by-corin-reyburnA flash fic of mine called Diamonds On My Windshield (thank you Tom Waits) has been published over at mashstories.com. They did a bit of editing here that I think botched the poetry of the wording a bit, but the meat of it is still basically the same. Mash Stories is a flash fiction competition where one has to use three specific words in their story. Check out the competition guidelines.

subvercity_transmit_logoAlso worth another shout-out is the podcast I write for and co-produce, the subterranean, time-out-of-time joint known as the SubverCity Transmit. Check out our latest podcast featuring the story “Companion” by Kyle Whitacre. What happens when your only companion is an artificial intelligence?