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Guest Designer

Sylvia Plachy

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Sylvia Plachy
’Pemi Aguda
Jim Shepard
Ariel Dorfman
Haruki Murakami
Jack Gain

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NEWS & EVENTS

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Short Fiction Competition

Many thanks to all who entered the 2021 Short Fiction Competition. We appreciate the opportunity to read such bright and brilliant new work.

From nearly 2,000 submissions, guest judge and 2021 Pulitzer Prize finalist Daniel Mason honored the following stories . . .

Winter 2021/2022 Edition

The editors are thrilled to announce the release of the Winter 2021/2022 Edition, designed by the acclaimed photographer Sylvia Plachy, with contributions from National Magazine Award finalist ’Pemi Aguda, National Book Award finalist Jim Shepard, and Tanizaki Prize–winner Haruki Murakami, among others.

Five Questions with Sylvia Plachy

Why did you accept the invitation to design the Winter 2021/2022 edition of All-Story?
You called at the right time—if you had called half an hour earlier or later . . . I don’t know. The timing was right: I needed a shorter, smaller project. 

Any challenges?
The biggest challenge was to arrange . . .

FROM THE ARCHIVE

Story artwork by guest designer Olafur  Eliasson

Earth, Thy Great Exchequer, Ready Lies
Jo Lloyd

The companions
HM has been deceived by the dainty manners of first acquaintance, when Cassandra nibbled his fingers and blew nose kisses into his palm. Now she flattens her ears, twitches at the reins. Every hoof she sucks from the ground aims another clot of water at her rider. HM happens to know that horses, like all creatures intended to run for their lives, can observe their full compass round, so when she turns her head back, it is not to look but to make by-our-lady sure he sees her look. Raindrops have beaded on her lashes and whiskers, transforming her into some frosted basilisk of the great northern ocean, risen to recite the charges against him.
     Behind HM rides Shiers, also sulking, on a cow-hocked bay. Shiers has tunneled deep into his habitual melancholy to uncover a seam of stygian gloom. With every new set of accounts . . .

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