Yaroslav Barsukov

Where the Lilacs Do Not Bloom

by Yaroslav Barsukov | Oct 3, 2019

Crimson blinked at him from inside the exhibit case. Peter scanned the water boiler, the hazmat suit, the Bug: all dead for decades before he'd even been born. And yet, in a palm-sized panel on what would be the Bug's "belly," light flickered—four letters, starting...

The Blue Room, Said the Wishmaker

by Yaroslav Barsukov | Aug 11, 2019

Run, whispered the monkey part of Andrew's brain. Scramble back the way you came. His head only reached up to the djinn's nipples, although the creature sat in a mockery of the Buddha pose: a mound of flesh rising in the warehouse's center. Those sausage fingers,...