It came from Matt Hornsby

Matt Hornsby’s story “A Final Resting Place” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 20 September 2019. This story came together from a couple of different ideas I had. I remember reading ‘The World Without Us’ by Alan Weisman around the time of a train journey I took across Hungary and Romania, and looking out the window at the landscape – already much wilder than anything in the UK – and imagining it returned to nature …

The Draining – Matt Hornsby

It is strange to imagine that serpent-men might love serpents. After all, they go to great lengths to wreak destruction on the beasts, travelling far out on the fickle and changing sea to slay them. One might not imagine, too, that serpent-men love the Wetness. Yet they do. I never met a serpent-man who did not hold both the serpents and the sailing season quite dear in his heart. I surely loved both right well, …

Another question for Matt Hornsby

Q: If you could have a meal with a character from any classic novel, whom would you choose?

A: I recently read Ursula Le Guin’s Always Coming Home, a book that is so comprehensive in its world-building that it includes several recipes from the cuisine of the fictional Kesh, many of which sound quite appealing. So maybe I’d drop in on Stone Telling, who is the book’s closest equivalent to a protagonist, for a bowl of valley succotash or acorn-meal soup with honey.


Matt Hornsby’s story “The Draining
in Metaphorosis Friday, 20 March 2020.
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More about Matt Hornsby

Matt Hornsby is based between London, United Kingdom, and Dublin, Ireland. When not writing, he works on environmental and economic policy, after previous lives as a scrap metal dealer and English teacher. “The Draining” in his second story in Metaphorosis, following “A Final Resting Place” in September 2019, and he has published other work in StarshipSofa, Electric Spec, and Kzine. Follow him on Twitter at @Matth0rnsby.


Matt Hornsby’s story “The Draining
in Metaphorosis Friday, 20 March 2020.
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A Final Resting Place – Matt Hornsby

The lander sloped down from orbit towards the jagged peninsula that leaked westwards from Earth’s great landmass. Salzmann’s eyes tracked across the surface as they broke the cloud cover. It stretched brown-green to the limits of his vision, shorn of angles and straight lines. He heard Nguyen grumble under her breath as she wrestled with the command console, urging the craft towards a suitable landing site. When he had offered to co-pilot, she declined, and …