My story “Cold, Cold War” has been accepted for Beneath Ceaseless Skies, my third story there and – good grief! – my third acceptance in three weeks!
This one started from a dream a friend of mine had, about reading a novel I will have written, which had a scene with blue biplanes taking off over a white plain beside a giant’s tower. Awesome. Gotta love friends who have dreams like that and let you use them.
The other thing I found to bang it together with was a picture in a book about the Russian Civil War. The picture was of a group of Russian peasants posed with the human body parts they harvested from battlefields and sold for meat to other starving peasants. Funnily enough, the cannibal peasants didn’t actually make it into the final draft of the story, but they gave me a location in space and time and set the story’s tone.
Oh, and the other other thing I found to bang together was this newt that defends itself by stabbing its own ribs out through its skin to make spines. (Yeah, that totally made it into the final draft.)