L.R.G.Carter

Farlands Fiction, a new small press focused on LGBTQ+ representation in science fiction and fantasy, has an open submissions call for an asexual representation anthology, with the theme of Space Ace. They are accepting science fiction short stories (1000-10000 words) that feature space or space travel, and that contain at least one asexual spectrum (e.g. asexual, aromantic, grey ace, demi-sexual, etc.) character in a prominent role. 

All submissions must be entirely human-written - no artificial intelligence/LLM use allowed. 

Maddison’s mum was going into space.

Me: Um, these feet, they're not gangrenous or anything, are they?

Fry: The other time travellers have described them as "totally sick!"

There's a walking path that runs parallel to a road I take to get to my dad's house. There are sculptures set up alongside the path. Some of them are kind of neat, some of them are abstract... and then there's This Fucker.

The Long Horse.

This thing is TALL. Like, I am 5'7" and I sincerely think it might be twice my height. Have a 9 year old for scale:

This thing is way more terrifying up close than it is from the car. The metal bands wrapping around like ligaments, the rust that hints at decaying flesh, the EYES. Imagine you're driving down a semi-secluded stretch of road at night and you see THIS looming at you from out of the darkness:

I have been passing by The Long Horse (actual title of the piece is Uplifted) for years, and every time I see it I think "I need to show this to someone," and every time I forget to stop to take pictures. BUT I DID TODAY. Truly, I feel like it's the spiritual cousin to that super muscular chonkster horse statue, related but opposite.

The rest of the sculptures are kind of neat. I like the motorcycle and the shark and the maple seeds.