Another Dimension (anthology)
By Angel McCoy
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Dark and thought-provoking. 22 excellent new short stories collected to honor the tradition of storytelling that was Rod Serling’s legacy. Includes works by award-winning authors, essays on Rod Serling and George Clayton Johnson, and an introduction by Serling expert Tony Albarella.
Angel McCoy
Angel Leigh McCoy (SFWA & HWA member) loves horror, dark fantasy, and steampunk. Her fiction has appeared in numerous media, and in 2011, she has stories in the anthologies: Beast Within 2, Fear of the Dark, Growing Dread: Biopunk Visions and Clockwork Chaos, among others. During the day, she gets paid to be a gamer. She is a writer/game designer at ArenaNet, part of a vast team effort to make the coolest MMORPG ever: Guild Wars 2. At night, she’s the head editor at WilyWriters.com and recently edited Night-Mantled: the Best of Wily Writers, volume 1. She began her career writing for White Wolf, Wizards of the Coast, FASA, and other RPG companies. At Xbox.com, she was the correspondent Wireless Angel. Angel lives with Boo, Simon, and Lapis Lazuli (kitties) in Seattle, where the long, dark winters feed her penchant for all things spooky and cozy.
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Another Dimension (anthology) - Angel McCoy
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6578.pngAnother Dimension Anthology
ISBN: 978-0-9831824-9-8
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Contents
Feature Articles
The First Step Into Another Dimension
On Rod Serling’s Clean Kills and Other Trophies
Selling Daydreams:
The Life and Work of George Clayton Johnson
Rod Serling:
An Unassuming Icon
Black Mirror:
Season One
Black Mirror:
Season Two and the Christmas Special
Fiction
Fathoms’ Embrace
In the House of the Hangman One Does Not Talk of Rope
Stones
Ted
Awesome Justin
The Children’s Song
What the President Knew
The Next Thing
What Dora Saw
For the Best Will Breed the Best
Happy Sunshine Music
Junk On The Wall
As Much as to Say
To Sail the Winds of Song
Persephone
Peace
The Night Visitor
Less Than Nine
Blood
Red Route
Mind Over Matter
Last Man’s Club
D-chaphead--inverse-01.jpgThe First Step Into
Another Dimension
Tony Albarella
A hearty welcome, friends, to the Another Dimension anthology. These pages contain fiction and columns that pay tribute to the genre Rod Serling brought to television in iconic shows such as The Twilight Zone and Night Gallery. Here you’ll find science fiction parables, urban and rural horror stories, and cautionary tales of karmic comeuppance; fantasy both dark and light that runs wild between the extremes of mankind’s depravity and the limitless breadth of the human spirit. Many of these shockers will, in true Serling spirit, incorporate elements of social commentary and explore the boundaries of the human condition.
Another Dimension exhibits a focus on examinations of supernatural exploration, of ghosts both physical and emotional, of terror ranging from the brutally realistic to the equally-disturbing variety known as psychological terror. Thematically, this venture recalls for me the excellent newsstand periodical of the Eighties entitled Rod Serling’s The Twilight Zone Magazine. That publication, expertly edited by Carol Serling as a continuation of her husband’s work, highlighted fiction from a wide variety of genre writers, some of whom were newly-discovered talents and went on to highly successful careers. Stylistically and—no pun intended—in spirit, Another Dimension also parallels Rod Serling’s The Twilight Zone Magazine in its reverence for the type of morality tale that Serling mastered. It draws inspiration from supernatural horror and fantasy of the past, tweaks it with a modern spin, and serves it up as a tribute to Serling’s legacy.
The very fact that tales of this sort remain in vogue leads to a question that I so often hear: why are supernatural stories so popular? The reasons can be as varied as the tales themselves. Visit a bookstore or library, locate any short story collection of supernatural fiction, and read the introduction. Chances are it will state that ghost stories are as old as fiction itself. Or it will explain the genre’s popularity with the theory that tales about life beyond the grave strike directly at some elemental pressure point buried deep within us. Or that our nearly universal fascination with the subject can be traced to a psychological fear of death and the futility of our quest to learn what happens to us after we die. Or, conversely, that tales of the supernatural actually soothe our anxiety about mortality and reassure us with a resolute and emphatic answer to that eternal question, Is this all there is?
These declarations exist for one very good reason: they’re all true. Supernatural fiction can be laden with subtext for those who wish to analyze and probe for it. And yet, perhaps more importantly, ghost stories are popular because they can be fantastically entertaining. They can lure readers in, dance in their dreams and nightmares. Such stories outlive their creators and, like the very subject they examine, reach up from the grave and out of the past to haunt us.
Supernatural tales run the gamut from children’s nursery rhymes to urban legends to centuries-old fiction that withstands intense scholarly analysis—from the Bible to William Shakespeare to Stephen King. The genre can be enjoyed in forms as diverse as supermarket tabloids, comic books, the modern horror bestseller, or classic works from the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Dickens, Robert Louis Stevenson, Washington Irving, Shirley Jackson, Ambrose Bierce, and Henry James.
When Rod Serling created The Twilight Zone and wrote for Night Gallery, one of his goals was to tap into the rich literary history of the supernatural and bring it to the small screen. The scripts that were produced for these two series included both original works and adaptations. Some followed the tradition of tall tales told around the campfire; a few were tongue-in-cheek vignettes; but most treated the supernatural theme quite seriously, spinning yarns of spirits that refuse to die, black-magic spells, death incarnate, and intervention by the devil.
English writer M.R. James, widely regarded as a master of supernatural fiction, professed in 1929 that The sole object of inspiring a pleasing terror in the reader…is the true aim of the ghost story.
This description is as apt as any in explaining the success of Serling’s groundbreaking television work in the horror and fantasy genres. The creation and presentation of pleasing terrors
was Rod Serling’s stock in trade, and Another Dimension strives to pick up that gauntlet for another generation of willing, imaginative readers. From what I’ve read, the anthology is well on its way to accomplishing that goal.
Fathoms’ Embrace
Rena Mason
Xi climbed off her husband, edged over to the bed mat on the floor next to his, then lay on her side and faced the wall. The back of her head tingled in response to the glare she knew emanated from Ming. Not trusting his reaction, she kept one eye open looking up and to the left for anything that might loom toward her.
We’ve been married since April of 1903. Almost three years and still you’ve given me no sons, wretched woman. No children at all!
I’m sorry.
Any sign of emotion might send him into a rage. If only she were pregnant. His anger and lashing out at her would end the instant he knew. Xi had always wanted to be a mother, but Ming’s behavior made her desperate. It had become a matter of life and death.
Hers.
You should be a lot more sorry. Taking you off your family’s hands has brought me nothing but shame. How do you think I look when Lew already has a son and probably another one on the way? My business partner. Bah! We should be equals!
Xi kept silent, still, braced herself.
Like a fool!
His fist pounded the floor behind her, and she flinched, held her breath, waited. Not much time went by before she heard him snoring. Could be a trick.
Over the past couple months, she’d allowed Ming to humiliate her sexually, yet it hadn’t resulted in a pregnancy. Tomorrow she’d go and see Yan again, the old apothecary on Stockton Street in Portsmouth Plaza. There had to be something the old medicine man could do, perhaps he’d prepare a new elixir. Just about anything would be an improvement compared to the previous crushed dung beetle extract she had to drop on her tongue twice a day. As Xi thought of miracle treatments and cures, she drifted off to sleep, rocked by gentle waves she could neither see nor comprehend.
9322.pngMing had left for work before dawn without uttering a sound. Xi listened as he woke and readied himself. She’d kept her eyes closed and her breathing rhythmic, hoping he wouldn’t notice she was pretending to be asleep.
After cleaning up and getting dressed, Xi headed toward the center of San Francisco’s Chinatown. Salty cold humidity rolled in from the bay and veiled her face in the thin ocean layer she wore almost always, an ever present second skin. The air’s salinity dried her pores and made her appearance haggard and leathery.
With so few respectable Chinese women in the city, her family had expected a lot from her looks as a youth. She had been a prize to be had, and Ming, a professional businessman with a metal works factory, had paid them handsomely to have her. But since she’d borne him no children, her family feared what he might do in retaliation, so kept no contact with her—left their most hopeful daughter all alone in an overcrowded place.
Xi stepped into a temple on Sacramento Street and slipped off her shoes, lit a stick of incense, knelt, and prayed hard. Even with determined and loyal supplication her pleas had gone unanswered.
In the darkened silence, gentle lapping waves sounded around her legs. She never thought of herself as a water person, but it called to her as of late.
The pharmacy was a few blocks from the temple. Busy helping a customer at the counter when she entered, Yan looked up over his spectacles at her and shook his head. After finishing the business transaction, the old, hunchbacked apothecary shuffled toward her.
She spoke up after the door closed behind the last patron. The medicine you gave me didn’t work. Is there anything else?
You’re here almost every week. I’ve tried everything. It must be your husband. Tell him to come see me.
No. He won’t.
The old man stroked his gray beard. I understand, Mrs. Li. He’s too proud.
Xi lowered her eyes and nodded.
Hmm…have you thought of other ways to get pregnant?
Yes, of course. That’s why I’m here.
But if your husband’s body is not in proper alignment, there’s nothing you can do.
Maybe if you give me something for him. I can hide it in his tea or food.
Yan thought for a moment about what she’d said…then spoke. I’ll give you something to try, but if this doesn’t work, you should consider seeing someone else to get pregnant.
Another apothecary, I—
No, Mrs. Li.
He looked around the empty shop. Another man,
he whispered.
She gasped, stood in shock at his suggestion. The thought had never crossed her mind until then. But should have.
The old man smiled, shuffled back behind the counter and over to the wall of drawers and jars. He selected a few, seemingly at random, then began a preparation.
Xi pondered Yan’s idea. Numerous brothels lined the streets of Chinatown. Maybe if she disguised herself and hung around outside one, looking lost or confused, luck would come to her in the guise of a man wanting more than just to be helpful. She could travel across town, avoid places her husband might frequent. It wouldn’t be any more degrading than the acts he’d forced upon her recently.
Yan returned with a glass vial and handed it to her. Put four drops in his food or drink.
Thank you.
She paid him then left with a small smile.
Thoughtlessly meandering through the streets, mulling over the apothecary’s alternative suggestion, Xi wound up at the shipping docks. If not for the shrill of seagulls, she might have walked straight off a pier into the ocean. She sat down along an edge of dank boards and looked across the endless body of dark gray.
Halfway out, an opaque wall of fog had merged with the cloudy sky above it and crept toward the city. Winds picked up and gusts blew her tears onto white-capped waves. Xi hadn’t even realized she’d been crying. Tears of joy? Resolution?
Thank you.
She spoke down to the water. Rest only comes when you rock me to sleep, and all I have to give in return are tears. I’m a horrible person.
Ship workers’ voices echoed from near and far in the white mist. Then all sound stopped, and a soft, peaceful silence embraced Xi. She opened her mouth and took in a deep breath, tasted the salt. It stung her lungs but something about it felt right. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply again and again.
Hey! Move!
Xi snapped out of her reverie and lurched to the right as something flew mere inches past her shoulder. A dull thud sounded when iron hit the soaked boards next to where she sat.
What are you doing here?
A man pushing a handcart stepped out of the fog. You could’ve been hurt.
Stunned, she looked up at him and admired his handsome face. Sorry. I came to think, then the weather changed so fast.
That’s how it is by the water. You should be more careful. Can you help me with this?
He leaned down to a small anchor.
Yes, of course.
She stood and grabbed one end. The cold metal bit into her flesh, but she didn’t flinch.
Ready?
Xi nodded.
One, two, three, lift.
They heaved it back up into the pushcart. Thanks. It was supposed to be delivered over an hour ago. I should’ve been more watchful of where I was going, but I was in a hurry. Sorry, I almost ran you over. You were like a ghost in the fog.
She smiled. No. I’m real. See.
Xi bowed.
My name’s Bohai, and I’ve got to go, but if you’re still here on my way back, I’d like to take you for some tea.
Do you know what time it is?
Almost three.
Oh no, I have to go.
She hurried down the pier and heard Bohai shout after her.
Maybe another time. I’ll look for you.
Xi couldn’t hide her childish grin as she rushed home thinking that loitering outside brothels might not be necessary with a man like Bohai around. It was possible he knew her husband, but if she met him again in the fog, wore her hair differently, insisted she preferred making love to the sound of waves, he might believe her and agree to a tryst by the sea. Tomorrow held a new hope Xi never thought she’d have again. Her mind meditated on Bohai and how wonderful a pregnancy would be.
But the rest of the day demanded focus. She still had to figure out a way to add the apothecary’s fertility concoction to Ming’s food. Xi reached into her pocket, took out the small glass vial, and opened it. She bowed her head to have a look and take a whiff. An odorless milky liquid came halfway up the sides. She prayed it had no taste as well.
If her new plan succeeded, she’d have to anger Ming enough to rape her. Avoiding her husband for a day or two usually did the trick. He preferred to take her when he knew she’d cow to him. The most difficult part would be getting him to have normal sex. How did he expect her to get pregnant when he let his seed flow into places where she didn’t have any eggs?
Her stomach turned and grumbled at the thought.
Ming hadn’t mentioned anything odd about the taste of his dinner the previous night. This pleased Xi, and before going to the docks, she needed to talk with Yu Hong, the pregnant wife of Ming’s business partner. It had been weeks since their last visit, that hadn’t ended on pleasant terms. Yu should have never suggested that maybe Xi wasn’t meant to have children.
Since the Hongs lived across the street from the apothecary’s shop, Xi kept her calls to Yu short and somewhat clandestine. She’d never visited them both on the same day.
An expectant Yu answered the door. Ah, Xi, I’m so happy to see you. Please, come in. I’ll get some tea.
Xi nodded, slipped off her shoes, and stepped inside. Thank you. I’m sorry it’s been so long. How have you been?
Yu walked back into the room carrying a tray, and the women sat down on floor cushions. It took Yu several awkward tries before she got to a position that looked somewhat comfortable.
I felt bad for what I said the last time.
Yu stared into her teacup.
Please, don’t think of it. I’ve already forgotten what you said.
It’s no one’s fault you haven’t gotten pregnant, Xi. That’s what I meant to say. It just came out wrong. I wish there was something more I could do to help.
My hope is better now. I feel good changes coming.
I’m glad to hear you say that. I haven’t been feeling so well. This pregnancy feels different.
What do you mean?
I don’t know how to explain it. I’m just afraid. I have bad dreams.
About what?
Fire and water. The end of the world. I know it sounds crazy.
If there’s anything I can do, please ask. You’ve always been a good friend to me.
Thank you. You’re a true friend.
Yu looked up at Xi.
Both women nodded, smiled, and sipped their tea.
Xi left worried that something might be wrong with Yu and her unborn child. Even though she couldn’t get pregnant, it would break her heart if anything happened to Yu.
She plodded to the shipping docks with her head hung low, glancing up every few feet to look for Bohai. The mere sight of him would surely change her mood. A low fog drizzled moisture onto her clothes and seeped down to her skin. Dank from head to toe, she went pier to pier, but saw no sign of him. She had just decided to head home when he stepped out of the mist pushing an empty cart.
Ah, good timing,
he said. I just finished my last delivery.
Why is that good?
Xi used a timid voice and gently brushed strands of wet hair from her face.
We can have tea now.
Where?
I know a small place, not far from here.
She looked up around for anyone who might recognize her.
As if he knew what she was thinking, Bohai lowered his voice to a soft whisper. It’s very small and quiet. No one hardly goes there. I promise.
Xi nodded, and followed a step or two behind him knowing that her smile beamed, hidden in the salty, wet haze.
She woke a while later, her beaming smile had become a beacon of life—of hope, and a future. Xi knew…felt life growing inside her.
9342.pngOn the night of the third day after sneaking the apothecary’s medicine into Ming’s food, Xi undressed on her bed mat then crawled over the cool floorboards toward her husband. She straddled him and her long black hair fell around their faces like curtains. Ming had an icy, fierce stare that burned through her. She shuddered, closed her eyes and kissed his lips, worked her way down his body compliantly doing what he’d forced her to do on so many previous occasions.
Pain tore across the top of her scalp, her head jerked back. Ming yanked her off him by a shock of hair, which he then twisted around his hand. He sat upright and tightened his grip, held his other hand up to her face…and in between his thumb and index finger rested the empty vial from the apothecary.
Whore!
Ming shook Xi’s head.
No. Please. I just want to make you happy.
It’s too late. You think I’m a fool? Yan’s been my friend for years. He told me everything!
Ming tugged down hard and knocked her head on the floor again and again.
White stars flared in front of her, then drifted away, fading like fireworks.
She slunk back to her mat, determined to try again tomorrow. It would have to be soon, but afraid of upsetting him any further tonight and unable to put her clothes on, she lay naked on her side and faced the wall, shivering.
Familiar tears and the warm trickle of blood mingled and pooled onto the small pillow. Ming lay behind her on his bed mat, but she