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This issue's Name in Lights goes to William R.A.D. Funk who, in this issue of Allegory, is the author of the longest story this e-zine has every published.
"The White Plague" is an amazing alternative history piece about a plague ridden world and one doctor who travels to a small western town to face down fear and madness.
The short story – really closer to a novella – is more than 14,000 words long. That's far longer than any story we've ever before considered. But this particular tale won our hearts.
Well done, William. Thank
by Ty Drago
This is our fiftieth issue. (Ain’t that amazin’?) Let's just get that out of the way up front. All that will be explored in the next article, further down this page.
This article is about those book covers you see on the right of the page. This issue marks the first time that Allegory has ever accepted paid advertisement. Ever. It was something I've balked at from the very beginning. I really despise flashing banner ads - and don't even get me started on pop-ups.
That said, I've been publishing this e-zine for thirteen years, as evidenced by the fact that we've reached our fiftieth issue. And doing so costs me, between web fees, author compensations, etc., about $450 a year.
Allegory isn't a business - or, at least, it hasn't been up until now. So, what's changed?
I recently went full-time in my writing, though the decision wasn't entirely my own. The details are unimportant. What is important is that, because of this new direction, Allegory needs to become a business, or at least help pay for its own upkeep.
That said, these advertisements will be consistent with the spirit of this publication. Allegory has always been, and will continue to be, an e-zine by writers for writers. So our advertisers will be limited to writers, editors, publishers, etc. who are promoting books (fiction or non-fiction), anthologies, short stories, or poetry collections.
Our prices are reasonable, our terms simple, and - hopefully - everyone will be happy with the result. Our e-zine brings in close to 250,000 hits a year, so we're certainly in a position to do right by those who buy space from us.
So, I ask you, our readers, to please accept the minor change. Or at least chalk it up to a sign of the times.
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by Ty Drago
June, 1998 to Now
It started as a half-desperate, thinking-outside-the-box attempt to worm my way into the publishing world - to earn some badly needed name recognition that I hoped, in some unfocused and nebulous way, would eventually lead to genuine publication. I was just a writer trying to see his name in print.
I guessing most of you know what I mean.
Now, more than thirteen years later, we celebrate the 50th issue of Allegory. That number, of course, includes Peridot Books which is why every issue has two numbers attached to it (i.e. “Volume 23/50”). Allegory is Peridot Books. It always was. Little changed except the name, back in September of 2006.
It’s been a long road. Fortunately, I haven't had to walk it alone.
Over the years, I've made friends. People have joined
my staff. People have left my staff. I should probably point out that
"my staff" is paid exactly as much for their efforts as
I am, myself: bupkis, zilch. nada. They do it, as I do it, for the
love of it. So, in way of thanks, allow me to take a moment to recite
The Peridot Books Years
Kelly Ferjutz -Dear friend and proofreader from Peridot Books' very first issue. The only person who has been working on this e-zine almost as long as I have.
Kimberley E. Bradford - My first assistant editor. Kim got me thinking in whole new directions where Peridot Books was concerned. For years, it was just the two of us reading slush and building each issue. When she left, I certainly felt the loss.
Linda Cambier - My second assistant editor. Skilled. Talented. Always cheerful. She gave her best to the e-zine, despite the grueling publication schedule. Back then, we were still doing four issues a year.
Sharon Reamer - Started as an associate editor and worked her up to assistant editor. Sharon was a slush-reading machine! Picked up the slack when Linda moved on and I came close to shutting the doors for good.
Jennifer Shumate - A hard-working associate editor, Jennifer donated years of her life to wading into our ever-deepening slush pile, and picking jewels from among the rocks.
Loretta Giacoletto - A consummate associate editor and fiction aficionado, Loretta's been with us longer than any other single person, except Kelly. She's tireless and dedicated – one of the rocks upon which Allegory was built.
The Allegory Years
J.E. Taylor - Came on board as an assistant editor when Allegory started really heating up. We went from four times a year to three times a year. Our submissions more than doubled. But she dove in with gusto and was hugely instrumental in keeping this struggling publisher's head above water. These days, she frequently helps me whittle down the "maybes."
Lynette Eckland - Lynette's tenure was relatively brief, but her energy and enthusiasm were a godsend when the slush grew especially deep.
Julia Nolan - Our newest assistant editor, Julia is a true pleasure to work with. She never fails to step up when I get behind (which is happening more and more frequently, I'm ashamed to say), and has pulled me out of more than few jams.
Christine Breller - The only member of Allegory's staff to have known me in my other life, the one not about writing and publishing. Sadly, these days we work together long distance, but she's a welcome addition to our editorial team.
Jacqueline Kessler - Our newest member is also
an Allegory alumnus. We were, in fact, her very first
sale! It's something of which I'm particularly proud of, as not only
has Jackie become one of my best friends, she's also a successful
and critically acclaimed novelist! Welcome aboard!
Do I ever think about quitting? It's a question I'm asked a lot. After all, this e-zine's original purpose was to get me published and it has succeeded on that score, quite spectacularly. So why keep it up?
I know: I've answered this question before. But, as this is supposed to be a nostalgic article, I suppose I can allow myself the small vanity of doing so one more time.
Every so often, I get an email from a new writer whose story I've just accepted. And, in that email, this author will gush with gratitude, telling me that I've just made their dream come true.
That's why I do it, friends and fellows, because - once upon a time - someone did it for me.
See you in four months for Issue 51!
Ty Drago, Founder, Managing Editor and Publisher of ALLEGORY
"Please!" she screamed, and tears followed. "Just kill me first. Give me that much."
Now the crowd looked from one another. A handsome man in a white Tombstone hat set a hand on his Colt six shooter, and started to unsheathe it.
Rosie's heart fluttered with relief. "Yes, please. Thank you. Please kill me. Hurry," she blubbered to the gunfighter.
"Not so fast," the preacher said, and placed
a hand on the gunfighter's, pressing the
"No!" Rosie shouted. "You don't need me alive to do this."
"On the contrary," the preacher replied.
He straightened up to his full six-and-a-half feet. "It's not just
your body we need to cleanse, but the sin that has brought this plague
upon us." To the gunfighter, "You don't want to condemn this
woman to hell do you?"
A granite slab stood at the head of the plot. Grass grew thick and lush over the grave. Even from where I stood at the foot, I could read the name “Laura” cut into the stone over two dates. She had died last year.
This relationship required more compromise than I had expected.
The shadows of the trees waved over her gravestone like silent backup singers.
No wonder she didn’t dance.
I stared. “They laid you off?”
Stefan didn’t answer, twining his fingers around one of my hazel curls. “Amelia,” he said, “it’s not the end of the world.”
“You’re wrong,” I said. “It is.”
He chuckled. “All right, true – but my personal situation isn’t. We’ve got enough saved up for … longer than we have.”
“It’s not funny,” I said, glaring. “Everyone in the city is gearing up for a final orgy of missed dreams and indulgences – and no one thinks they might live to regret it. I …” What could I say? That I felt my life’s work was useless? That I still watched the skies for a way out?
"Traveling to Madagascar on business or pleasure, Oogie?"
"Oh, not pleasure, no. I guess you could call it business. Actually, it's more like a mission.
"Ah. Missionary work. That's very nice. What denomination?"
Oogie shook his head nervously as the plane raced down the runway, gathering lift speed. "No, n-no. I ain't . . . I ain't a religious man, Mr. Worthington! It's a . . . a p-p-personal mission. Fact is, I've . . . I've g-g-got me a butterfly to kill."
wouldn’t have been strong enough to fight him off. It’s
the Struggle for Existence. Spencer had rights to her. It was stupid
to step in. Anyone would have known that.”
“She wouldn’t have been strong enough to fight him off. It’s the Struggle for Existence. Spencer had rights to her. It was stupid to step in. Anyone would have known that.”
She sighed, frustrated. “You haven’t lived in Darwin for
very long, have you?”
She sighed, frustrated. “You haven’t lived in Darwin for very long, have you?”
“I’ve lived here long enough.”
“I’ve lived here long enough.”
“And yet you don’t know the One General Law?”
“And yet you don’t know the One General Law?”
“I know it.”
“I know it.”
Just as his panic started to wane, something slammed hard into the front door, followed by a series of light knocks. His first thought was tree or branch or something close to either, but that knock . . .
Who would be out there in this, he thought. Out in the storm.
“Who is it,” he called out, silently hoping no one would answer. That knock; it sounded funny, like whoever it was had momentarily forgotten how to be civilized.
Value of Silence"
The government considered it poetic justice to lock loudmouth political traitors within their own words and make them suffer in silence.
However, each day’s worth of silence disintegrates one day’s worth of words. So I if I can just keep my mouth shut for one year, then I can simply walk to one of the island’s boats and go home.
Easier said than done. Or rather not said.
If my father were still around, I suspect that my punishment would make him nod with tacit approval.
“There are some over there,” Ligom said.
With a vague gesture of his armed hand he pointed to the pile of ruins around two hundred yards in front of us. He knelt down slowly. We did the same. My hands started trembling, but I tried hard not to show it. At the bottom of his helmet, Ligom’s thick neck was just a mass of knotty muscles, some frightfully hard thing.
Axtar cleared his throat and spit out a wad of saliva. I thought I saw his cheeks were kind of pale, but maybe I was wrong. Was Axtar, also, feeling uneasy? How could I know?
“There are some,” Ligom repeated. “There are some…” He swiftly loaded a bullet into the barrel of his rifle.
this issue we're doing things a little differently. Instead of short
Allegory deals with submissions in the way that, as far as I know, remains fairly unique in the publishing world. Each story is individually reviewed and, if considered publishable, is placed in our "Maybe" pile. At the end of each submission period, these "Maybes" are reviewed, and the best eight chosen to appear in the next issue. This final cut is made on the basis of issue balance, and does NOT reflect the overall quality of these stories.
That said, here - in no particular order - are the "Maybes" who just missed publication in Allegory. Each one is a fine tale that we would have been proud to publish. Remember these names, friends and fellows. You'll be hearing from them in the future. I guarantee it!
Mendacem by Richard L. Hennig
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