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Closing out 2026, we have two exciting novellas to lead and anchor the issue. Newcomer-to-Asimov’s Matt Mikalatos joins forces with Will McIntosh to deliver a heart-pounding tale of family dynamics and survival against the mysterious “Cicada.” Leah Cypess gives us an unusual detective in “How to Write a Suicide Note”—perhaps in this case, a psychopath is the best person for the job.
OVER 45 YEARS OF AWARDS
Asimov’s Stories
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Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine
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FROM THE EDITOR
Welcome to Asimov’s Science Fiction. Fulfilling a lifelong goal, I started my career with Asimov’s in 1982 believing it was the best magazine on earth. I still do.
ABOUT ASIMOV’S
Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine continues to bring together celebrated authors, new talent, and award-winning stories, poems, and articles as it has for over 35 years. The premier literary magazine in the genre, Asimov’s rewards readers with an exciting new trove of adventures in each issue that transport them on journeys examining the human experience across the Universe.
AUTHOR’S CORNER
The perfect gathering place to meet the Who’s Who of Asimov’s Science Fiction authors! We feature posts, articles, and podcasts from our writers. Come by frequently – you never know what you’ll discover!
Our current issue features two substantial novelettes opening and closing the volume—“Visiting Skins” by Christopher Ruz & Rich Larson has us wondering who we can trust; Dale Bailey is back with another exquisitely crafted tale, this time exploring grief and a mysterious “Night Caller from Outer Space.”
MORE STUFF
A potpourri of resources both practical and whimsical – from Writer’s Submission Guidelines, the Calendar of Science Fiction events, and Asimov’s editorial archives to News you can use, the Asimov’s Index, Podcasts, and Cartoons.
by David Ira Cleary
The calico cat had big eyes and a big problem. “I’ve lost my human,” she said, nervously lapping at the bowl of lactose-free milk I’d set out for her. Nervously looking at me, trying, like everyone does, not to stare at the notch in my ear and the scar above my eye.
I looked at her. One of her eyes was green, the other yellow. “That’s usually not my bailiwick,” I said.
“Bailiwick?” she echoed. She had clean gums and all her teeth. “I thought you were Marius the Private I. The Cat Who Finds Cats.” READ MORE
by Stephanie Feldman
On New Year’s Eve, at family dinner, Kee announced her plan to take the Year Walk. At midnight, she would walk to the church, circle it three times, and look through the window for a vision of the year to come.
She passed the bowls and left her plate clean; she was already fasting in preparation for the ritual. “Girls,” her father muttered, and stirred his bowl of greasy barley, his spoon clinking against a bone. Young girls who attempted the Year Walk usually hoped for a glimpse of their future husbands. Silly girls, stupid girls. READ MORE
