Her Twitter micro-fiction has been published by Magazine, featured for the week of March 28, 2016. She is the associate editor of Abyss & Apex Magazine. Her passions are music (someday!) and of course, words. She shares a birthday with Simeon Daniel and Ray Bradbury, which may tell you a little something about her.

Cooper (Vanderbilt) Exile Short Fiction Competition. Tonya Liburd is a multi-talented writer to keep an eye on, her fiction has been long listed in the 2015 Carter V. Please enjoy these recommendations from The Seers’ Table. It extinguished each candle, then dissipated to leave the women surrounded by darkness and the scent of charred sulfur.Kate Jonez, Member of the Diverse Works Inclusion CommunityĪs we brace ourselves to face the approaching cold season we need to support and celebrate diverse authors more than ever before. One word came from the twisting center eye. The coil of ash rose in the thick, muggy air and hovered above the women. When it finally moved, only the switchblade remained. The whirlwind roiled with fervor, covering the wine-soaked crab carcass in its dervish. The smoky funnel whirled and spun with its newfound knowledge.īrought to the surface again, her pain crystallized into diamond hard resolve, but it eased enough for her to gasp her request. While most of the salt found its way down the front of her dress, enough landed behind her to end the Hag’s internal quest. Throw the salt!” Big Mama yelled, breaking through the creature’s trance-inducing sway.įrieda’s arm shook with the effort of tossing a small handful of salt over her left shoulder. Her chest heaved and quivered with impending sobs. It delved deeper in its search, picking curiously, while tears grew behind Frieda’s fluttering eyelids. She gasped for breath as scabs, new and old, tore from each emotional wound. Crushing memories rushed to the surface of her psyche: Henry’s countless betrayals, looks of pity from the local women, laughter from the men.

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