Interfictions 2 Publication and Readings + First Auction Ends Soon

November 7th, 2009

Write Everything DownThe first week of the auction is coming to an end. The first auction closes tomorrow, so get your bids in now. The price is still shockingly low! As always, we’ll have auctions going live every day next week. Check the gallery below to see a preview of some of the items.

This week also marked the official publication date of the anthology we’re all here to celebrate: Interfictions 2 You can now buy the book from major retailers, discriminating indie bookstores, and online outfits like Amazon.com and Powells.com. If ebooks are your thing, head over to the publisher’s website to purchase an electronic copy.

Along with Interfictions 2: The Book! you can also read eight amazing interstitial stories in the Interfictions Annex (for free). Artists based their creations on stories from the book and the annex, so you should definitely check them out.

Now that the book is out, Interfictions authors are starting to give reading, including very odd and wonderful interstitial collaborations of words and music. Last night was the first. Check out this YouTube playlist of the performances:

To find out about Interfictions readings in your area, visit the IAF’s website.

Still Standing Everybody Knows Heidi [redacted] (series of 4) The Wildness Inside Valentines (Necklace and Bracelet Jewelry Set) Bee with Cleaver Berry Moon, Bound The Child Empress of Mars


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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

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