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Murky Depths: Issue Three Review

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Murky Depths: Issue Three Review

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Murky Depths Issue Three CoverMurky Depths: Issue Three / Review
“The Quarterly Anthology Of Graphically Dark Speculative Fiction”

Contents: Title / Author / Artist

  • What’s Yours Is Mine / Pike Stephenson / Dylan Williams
  • Evention / Mike Webster / Lucas Hinchley
  • The Suicide Bar / Montilee Stormer /Jag Lall & Denis Pacher
  • Nine-tenths Of The Law / Edward Morris / Wayne Blackhurst
  • In This the Era of the Great Wilting / Jeffrey Archer-Burton / Jason Beam
  • Death and the Maiden 3 / Richard Calder / Richard Calder
  • Shit New World / Martin Hayes / James Cameron
  • Maimed / Hazel Marcus Ong / Glen James
  • SPOIL / Stan Nicholls / Johnny Lee
  • The Dark Gospel 2 / Luke Cooper / Luke Cooper
  • Speak Ill Of The Dead / Ian Faulkner / Mark Bell
  • Zombie Diva / Glynn Barrass / Lucas Hinchley
  • The Love Ship Guide to Seduction in Zero Gravity / Steve Pirie / Denis Pacher

Non Fiction:

  • Sprawl and Brawl: Five Reasons Why Cyberpunk Sustains (Article) / Matt Wallace
  • An Interview with Stan Nicholls

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Propeller TV: HorrorFest: Horror Short Search Competition

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Propeller TV: HorrorFest: Horror Short Search Competition

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Propeller TV Seach For The Scariest Horror Short

This is your chance to win a holiday for 2, Avid software or an XBOX 360 as part of PropellerTV’s search for the scariest horror short. Following the huge success of PropellerTV’s first ever short film festival, ShortFest, we are now launching a brand new competition to find the most horrifying short.

To get involved all you’ve got to do is send in your horror short (no longer than 10 mins) to:

Propeller TV,
C/O Screen Yorkshire,
LS2 7EY,

before Friday 12th September, 2008, along with a PropellerTV submission form which you can download from:


All entries to HorrorFest will be broadcast on PropellerTV over Halloween (subject to terms and conditions).

Judging the films will be James Mullighan, Creative Director of Shooting People and makers of cult film The Zombie Diaries, Kevin Gates and Michael Bartlett.
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Hungry: By Chris Silva

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Hungry: By Chris Silva


By Chris Silva

Somewhere between cryogenic sleep and consciousness Az felt his synapses beginning to thunder. Slowly, awareness returned. The thaw continued and Az was able to begin his mental calisthenics. He carefully went over the cryo-checklist one step at a time. The stinging in his toes, ignore the pain. His fingertips burning; must move each one very slowly to increase blood flow. Leg muscles should be flexed and released every few seconds. His checklist progressing he felt the remaining images of his last dream fade into obscurity, reality coming forward.

He and his crew were on a long journey through the dark nebula Epsilon11. They had entered the cryogenic containers just after inputting Jin, the Neuro-comp, with the proper coordinates. The ship must be nearing its destination, for Jin had disengaged the Cryogenic systems. Az felt the warm infusion starting to flow into his limbs from the Kelvin unit. Not much longer and he and his team would reach the 36.8 degrees Celsius needed to be released from the containers.
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What Visions In The Dark Of Light: By Bob Lock

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What Visions In The Dark Of Light: By Bob Lock

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What Visions In The Dark Of Light!

By Bob Lock

Beckett only realised how dark his world had been after the removal of cataracts late in his life. For me it was the realisation of how dark the world really is, now, for each and everyone, and will continue to be so unless I can convince you otherwise. However, it wasn’t cataract removal that lifted the veil for me; it was a dead man’s eyes. Let me attempt to lift the veil from yours.

For twenty-eight years I’ve stumbled around in the darkness. My hands have been my eyes; they give me dimensions, distances, compositions, textures, many many things, but they are a poor substitute for vision. I could never tell you what a blue sky, a tomato, a simple thing like a green pea looked like. Oh, I could describe its size, feeling, weight but never its colour, its delicate shades and nuances, the way light would coruscate over the ripe contours of a dew-laden bunch of grapes. These are things which were lost to me, until recently. But I should go back, explain my handicap a little and tell you of its cure, and yes, also tell you of the bigger handicap which that cure brought with it. Whether you believe me or not remains to be seen…

‘President O’Connor has stated he will not bow to the demands of the terrorists. USAF jets are already in the air, and should the threat to blow up the cruise ship with all three thousand passengers on board be carried out, then retaliation in the form of a surgical nuclear strike will go ahead. As of yet we have had no reply from the terrorist leader Konrad Naiman, however there are unconfirmed reports that the Navy Seals did manage to disable the vessel before being overcome. Casualties are reported to be high. The Sea Urchin now lies adrift six hundred and fifty miles off the east coast of America, and should the dirty bomb onboard be exploded, fallout is thought to be negligible. However, the ship itself would be completely destroyed.’
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Encounter: By Chris Silva

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Encounter: By Chris Silva


By Christopher S. Silva

I felt a twinge when I touched it. The bed reminded me of what happened.

Our house was large and warm. We’d lived there for many years and my wife and children loved it.

That night we went to bed and like many nights I read to the boys and watched as they slowly fell asleep. I tucked them in, pulling the blankets high and kissed each of them on the forehead. Quietly, I turned off their light and smiled at the dim glow of the night light shaped like a teddy bear.

I stepped into the hall and moved towards our bedroom feeling good and tired. My wife was reading in a small dim circle of light from our bedside lamp. I went to my side of the bed and asked how she was doing; she simply smiled a kind of sensuous grin and turned off the light.


We separated in a gasp, my pulse thrumming, our love sealed in a kiss. We both dozed off into warm darkness.

The scream woke me with a start. It was the children! I was out of bed running fast towards their room. I hit the door hard and was shocked, knocked back by the blinding light!
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