Elin Olausson's Shadow Paths: Tales From Between Presents
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This edition of TFBPresents features a collection of literary horror from Elin Olausson, one of the finest new talents in genre fiction.
STORIES
The Old Man
Love
Wishes
The Lion Game
Scar
"Olausson (...) is a must-read for anyone who appreciates literary horror."
– Rebecca Rowland, Review of 'Growth', Horror Tree
TFBPresents focuses on the fiction of a single author per edition, complete with author notes on each story and a wide-ranging interview, it's a must-have publication for fans of genre fiction.
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Contents
About
Meet The Author
The Editor Speaks
The Old Man
Questions From Between
Love
Wishes
Questions From Between
The Lion Game
Scar
Questions From Between
More To Read
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Meet The Author
Elin Olausson is a fan of the weird and the unsettling. She is the author of the short story collection Growth and has had stories featured in The Ghastling, Luna Station Quarterly, Nightscript, and many other publications.
Elin’s rural childhood made her love and fear the woods, and she firmly believes that a cat is your best companion in life. She lives in Sweden.
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The Editor Speaks
image-placeholderHey there, Strangers, and welcome to this edition of TFBPresents. And what an edition it is! When we first started this project, Elin was absolutely top of my list to reach out to. She may not (yet) be a big name, but it's only a matter of time.
I first became aware of Elin Olausson when a small story dropped into my inbox. At the time I was looking for brief Tales to post to our website, and was struck by the writing of this submission from the first few lines.
On Excursion Day, the girls wear red rubber boots and heavy backpacks that claw at their shoulders. The boys trail behind, throwing sticks, laughing. Mr. Ander walks ahead, his neck flushed from the sun. They’re heading for the Hill, which has a name that keeps slipping the children’s minds. Simon Olsson claims that it’s something to do with graves, but the girls know better than to believe what Simon Olsson says.
That was it, I was in. Sometimes a writer just hits you like that. You don't know the story yet, or the characters, but the voice, the writing, it just sings. It feels right in some way.
We're honoured to be sharing these stories with you, we hope (sternly expect) that you'll place Elin on your must-read lists going forward!
Speak soon, Strangers,
Matthew Stott, e.i.c, Tales From Between
image-placeholderThings happened to Marla’s eyesight after she started visiting the old man in the woods. Not necessarily bad things, not to begin with. Just changes, and change was the reason she visited the old man in the first place. Everyone had their reasons, and this was hers—the cramps, the blood, the swelling in unwanted places. Life had been much simpler before and she wished for it to take a turn, or two, or however many were necessary to whirl back in time. The old man put his hand on her forehead and sang in that voice that wasn’t a voice at all, and on the way home Marla thought that the woods looked different. She visited him seven times until she realized why. There was a juniper tree beside the path, and Marla used to stop and pick a berry whenever she passed it. The berries stung her tongue, sharp and bitter like the old man’s eyes, and she ate them to ward off his smell and his ancient soul. They were a deep, bluish color, like the shadows haunting the old man’s face.
This time, that color was gone. The berries hung lifeless, grey; she had to squint to make them out. She craned her neck, twisted her head. It didn’t matter. The juniper berries had lost their shine, and she came home to find that the bruise on her mother’s arm had faded, too. As if that certain shadow-blue was gone forever, and she could never have it back.
After that, she realized that she’d lost other colors as well. The deep sea-green of her favorite dress; the dreamish grey eyes of the newborn baby next door; the soft pink whispers on the underside of the begonia leaves. She asked her mother to see if her world had changed, too, but her frown told Marla all she needed to know. It was her, only her, and it was because of the old man in the woods.
She asked him about it a week later, after she’d lost the lilacs and the peonies and the edges of the rainbow. He put his hand on her forehead and sang, and the change ran through her. When she came home she bit into an apple, ash-grey and sour, and her mother said she looked as thin as a bean stalk.
It’s unnatural,
she said. It’s unnatural, what you’re doing.
But Marla didn’t stop visiting the old man. She sank down at his feet, because there was no other place for her to sit, and she was tired. He put his hand on her head and drained her of color, fat, and blood.
Tell me a story,
she asked him. Tell me about births and passings, about silver and gold.
The old man laughed. He sang in that language that was nothing like hers, and his grave-deep voice shimmered with precious metals. Marla came home to find her father’s wedding bands in their usual spot on top of the dresser. They were lifeless, robbed of their shine, and the old man’s laughter skipped through her head like a playing child.
Her brother followed her into the woods one night, as brothers do. Marla’s shadow had narrowed just