Canadian Fiction Magazine articles from January 1 2000

Canadian Fiction Magazine archives from January 1 2000

Canadian Horror Comes of Age.(history of the Canadian Fiction Magazine)(Brief Article)
January 1, 2000... IN THE SUMMER OF 1994, Canadian Science Fiction went legit. Not that there was anything nefarious about Canadian SF prior to the summer of 1994. It had always been read by a loyal following of fans and had been the subject of a few very...

Mrs. Thurston's Instrument of Justice.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... MRS. THURSTON'S BOY MARK found Alice McVeigh in the shadow of the viaduct, near the larger patch of nettles at the east river-bank. She had been sleeping there every night for nearly a week -- which, owing to the mid-July heatwave, was not a...

Above It All.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... RHYMES WITH FEAR. The words echoed in Colonel Paul Rackham's head as he floated in Discovery's airlock, the bulky Manned Maneuvering Unit clamped to his back. Air was being pumped out; cold vacuum was forming around him. Rhymes with...

Comes a Cool Rain.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... THE LAUGHING, GIGGLING BOY is throwing a doll lazily into the air and letting it drop onto the grey wool picnic blanket. A small, sardonic smile is stitched across the doll's face in black thread. Swoosh. The doll goes up, reaching its apex...

Sitters.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... ROXANNE WAS SITTING on the corner of the mattress, trying to get an earring fastened to her ear, when the kid began bouncing on the bed. She had it -- no, she didn't, damn it -- she almost had it, but a jolt sent the earring spinning out of...

The Party Over There.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... I'D SEEN HER HERE BEFORE. I'd first noticed her when she began to come every Friday and Saturday night and stake out the left corner of the dance floor balcony as her own. She'd get to the club at eleven or so, wind her way through the...

Skin.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... COLD. But that was wrong. Should have been hot. Fire lick orange. That was the last thing Roger remembered, until now. Along with the chill, other sensations seeped into the murky pool of his thoughts. Pain. A sheet of...

Sewage Treatment.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... I FOUND MAXIMILIAN'S PANTS AND BELT collapsed on top of a sewer grate as if his body had been sucked from his clothes. Funny what goes through your mind at a moment like that. I kept wondering what happened to his shirt and shoes. Had he...

Shadow of My Father.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... MY FATHER VISITS MY ROOM each night. He stands naked in the open doorway staring at me, the light from the hallway behind him sending tendrils of his shadow across my bed. I lie facing the wall, my knees drawn up to my chin, pretending to...

Advertising Hell.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... "WHAT I WANT," the devil said, "is a damn good ad campaign. You know, something right up there with those TV commercials the Mormons do." He was sitting on the sofa in Mason's office, his feet up on the coffee table. It was well after six...

Warmth.(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... FOR A LONG TIME, nothing moves. There are no sounds. You are held suspended on some thin, indefinable line between consciousness and unconsciousness, warmth and chill. Your own breathing is so muffled and low as to be non-existent. You are a...

Writhe, Damn You.(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... THE SEVERED HUMAN HEAD rolled past my boots, thumped against a parking meter -- and then drew back again, leaving a greasy smear of blood in its wake, into the dark, dry standpipe-hole from which it had come. One staring eye seemed to wink at...

Vermiculture.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... IT STANK. Rotting broccoli leaves and tomato ends. Rancid orange peel. Sickeningly-sweet overripe banana. Harsh and bitter coffee grounds. Francis picked through the reeking garbage with the blade of a paring knife. He'd been proven right...

Rideau.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... "RIDE THE RIDEAU," someone joked, and jostled my elbow. I tried to shift away but there were too many people around me. Usually I avoided crowds, and while this technically didn't qualify for what I consider a crowd -- it was just about a...

Heart.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... "HEY SMITTY." The old security guard barely looked up at him when he strolled past the desk. He tried to ignore the slight, but then the oldtimer let out a grunt of disgust when he was almost out of earshot. "Yeah, same to you, pal,"...

The Spruce Tree.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... TONIGHT, I'LL UNHOOK THE LOCK and lift the bar securing the sliding doors. I want them to come in. They must know this already, but I cannot be sure. Maybe they only desire to touch me at a distance and don't want the true essence of their...

Wavelength.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... DELANCEY, CANNED BY EVERY RADIO STATION IN TOWN, was in no real position to get choosy. He was a deejay. It was all he knew. And there was the issue of the signal. The strongest signal on the continent. That was what they had promised him....

The Transaction.(short story)(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... EVEN THOUGH THEY'D BOTH BEEN EXPECTING IT, Hammond and Barbara Trace gave a little start when the knock came at their door. Before responding, they gave each other a look from opposite ends of the couch. Not having spoken or moved since late...