The Child Empress of Mars

by C. Jane Washburn, based on The Child Empress of Mars by Theodora Goss in Interfictions 2

15" tall x 12" long Art Doll – Mixed Media: wire, tape, polyclay, semi-precious stones, found objects, fur scraps, silk, acrylics.

This piece will be auctioned off to benefit the Interstitial Arts Foundation at iafauctions.com

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Uploaded: November 4, 2009
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    A Taste of Interfictions 2
    • “She paid admission. Then they walked the direction all visitors had to go, through the museum and toward doors leading out to the historic village. With its coke machine just inside the entrance, the museum seemed a harmless, well-regulated place, comforting and normal. Yet the discontent he had noticed when his feet hit the gravelly parking lot, out by the split-rail fence, still held on and was with him yet as they walked out the back door.

      He could control it even so: a trifling weight he would shrug off, somewhere, if only he could find the right place.”
      From: Stonefield by Mark Rich
    • “She came back and opened the door, was rather amazed that the courier was still standing there. The agent raised her arm and tazered the courier's face. Wasn't a clean shot; the stinger punctured her cheek, straight through. The courier fell back and the agent kicked the package through her apartment door, rubbing the arm brace where her tazer was attached. She then unhooked the wire, which would dissolve in about an hour. Kneeling down to the courier she said, "I warned you. It's my risk. It's my package. Why should you give a ---- if I get blown up by it? I have no family left to sue you. And you can ---- your Lord, you ----ing hear me?" She stood up and rolled the courier into the freight elevator, and pressed Down.

      She decided she needed wine before opening the package.”
      From: (*_*?) ~~~~ (-_-) : The Warp and the Woof by Alan DeNiro
    • “My father's oldest brother was at the age when little boys fall in love with war. In the family's rush to get downstairs, no one noticed that he had brought his favorite hat into the basement, the one that superficially resembled the square czapka with the scarlet band of the Zandarmeria, the Polish Military Police. When the gun shots, the screams, and the smoke had cleared, the Germans discovered that their fugitive Polish soldier was just a ten year old boy.”
      From: Count Poniatowski and the Beautiful Chicken by Elizabeth Ziemska
    • “I should tell you now, if you haven't figured it out already: Morton and Alice had a thing, back in the day. It lasted three years, from Christmas to Christmas exactly.

      And I should tell you that it nearly destroyed him, Marie adds. Morton's dead wife wants to show you something, and though you wouldn't expect a disembodied form to have photographs, she does.

      See?

      She wants me to tell you about them. I have to be polite, plus I'm curious. Who'd take photos of a love affair you were trying to keep secret? So I look.”
      From: Morton Goes to the Hospital by Amelia Beamer

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