Bennett North is a technomage, artist and rock climbing enthusiast whose work has appeared in F&SF, Escape Pod, and Beneath Ceaseless Skies. Follow Bennett on Twitter @BennettNorth for occasional tweets about lasers, and on Instagram for occasional pictures of things made with lasers. After you’ve done all that, check out Translunar Travelers Lounge, a biannual sff magazine that Bennett co-edits with Aimee Ogden.

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The fiction of Bennett North

Smooth Stones and Empty Bones

There’s a skeleton in the chicken coop. It’s some bare collection of abandoned bones, maybe a former fox, and it’s slishing through the pine needles and bumping liplessly against the gate. The chickens, for their part, don’t look concerned.

—“Smooth Stones and Empty Bones,” Jan/Feb 2016, F&SF. It was later narrated on episode 50 of Glittership on Feb 24, 2018 and was translated into Hebrew in The Tenth Dimension.

Forgive Us Our Trespasses

There’s a thick yellow stink in the town of Zaretan when I arrive, like stomach bile and fetid water. This is a town that eats its shoe leather, I can tell. A town that depended too much on the earth to keep them fed, and now that the rains have stopped and the crops have died, there’s nothing left for them. The first clue is the smell; the second is the absence of rats. The third clue is the shopkeeper sitting on the front steps of the general store like a polished brown collection of bones.

—“Forgive Us Our Trespasses,” Beneath Ceaseless Skies Issue #237 on Oct 26, 2017.

All Profound and Logical Minds

The space station was silent in the way that a black hole is black; it was more than just an absence of noise. There was something physical to the silence, a force pulling in all sound and eating it. Hannah anchored her boots to the floor of the atrium, feeling the reassuring click as the magnets engaged. Emergency lights washed the atrium floor with a watery red light.

—“All Profound and Logical Minds,” Escape Pod episode 618 on March 8, 2018.

Glory Night

When the scream shattered the mid-morning quiet, Beckah was in the middle of guiltily deleting six of her mother’s emails from her work account, unread. It took her a moment to process what she had just heard. There was only one thing that that kind of a scream could herald, and it was pretty late in the semester for it.

-“Glory Night,” Welcome to Miskatonic University by Broken Eye Books, July 2019.

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