Apocalypse, then?

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  • Published 20240206
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Think your luck is bad? Try this: I got a short story accepted by The New Yorker and then the world ended. Not literally of course, but ended in the way the movies told us it would – desolate weed-choked streets pocked with gangs of desperate survivors, the rest condemned to rot in their beds by a novel virus with a stupid name.

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Jake Dean

Jake Dean’s short fiction has been published in several journals and anthologies across Australia and abroad. He has also been recognised with multiple awards,...

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