Alfred Searls hails from the city of Manchester. His short stories have been published in publications such as Jupiter Science Fiction Magazine, Dash Literary Journal, Cinder Quarterly Magazine, Metonym Literary Journal, The Catholic Herald and Northern Soul.
Soham Guha writes in his mother tongue, Bengali, and English as well. His works were published in Kalpabiswa.com, Scroll.in, Matti Braun’s Monologue, and Mohs 5.5: Megastructure Anthology and Mithila Review. This story is translated from the Bengali by Ranjita Chattopadhyaya.
Shweta Taneja is a bestselling speculative author from India, most known for her fantasy series, Anantya Tantrist Mysteries. She was shortlisted in the prestigious French award Grand Prix de l’Imaginaire and was awarded the British Council Charles Wallace Writing Fellowship.
Andrew Joron is a poet, translator, musician and science fiction writer. His books include The Absolute Letter, Trance Archive: New and Selected Poems, The Removes , Fathom, The Sound Mirror, The Cry at Zero among others. Joron teaches creative writing at San Francisco State University.
Ritwick Bhattacharjee is the author of Humanity’s Strings: Being, Pessimism, and Fantasy. He has been awarded with the Prof. Meenakshi Mukherjee Memorial Award.
The trees are extracting their revenge now.
Don’t be startled. And if perchance you come upon this notebook, and if you are able to make out the language, this shall be a momentous and tragic historical document of our world.
Igor Markovich Rosokhovatsky (1929 – 2015) was a Ukrainian writer and journalist who wrote science fiction in Russian.
The Antonym takes a closer look at contemporary science fiction, slipstream fiction, speculative poetry and bring to its readers some diverse yet engrossing output of this genre.
An alien dusk descended as the fiery colors of the sunlight burned the clouds at the very edge of the sky. A wispy melancholic light meandered into the gray corner of the room, refracting through the delicate glass of a china lampshade.
After nine months, Anim was born. The baby was dark-skinned, alert. Robust. With jet-black eyes and a thick mop of curly hair. Aadit’s and Sajani’s happiness knew no bounds.
