Interning with Apex: A Chat Between Apex Intern Veronica J. Gilchrist and Managing Editor Rebecca E. Treasure
Veronica was a great addition to our team, and she’s going to keep reading submissions for us, so she’ll be around. I’m personally...
Apex Magazine is a digital zine of dark sci-fi, dark fantasy, and horror short fiction. During the period between issues, we drop the issue's contents online in a staggered release schedule.
Apex Magazine Issue 150
Cover art by Makayla Bounds
EDITORIAL
Musings from Maryland by Lesley Conner
ORIGINAL FICTION
"My Song at the Conclave of Many Sorrows" by Daniel A. Oluremi
"A Rare and Exceptional Delicacy" by G.M. Mitchell
"Orion and His Moon" by J.S. Oriel
"Black Gold" by E.M. Kerkman
We Who Hunt Alexanders Excerpt by Jason Sanford
FLASH FICTION
"What the Crab Apple Tree Near Miranda Spaceport Saw" by Elijah J. Mears
"Denizens of My Face" by Emil Morel
"Changeling" by Frey Lylark
MO*CON STORIES
"Moebius Syndrome" by Storm Humbert
"As Ephemeral as Bubbles" by Akis Linardos
CLASSIC FICTION
"Mother Sun" by Amy Nagopaleen (9/23)
"A Final Song for the Ages" by Pedro Iniguez
ESSAYS
"Haunt Me, Then" by Lyndsie Manusos
"Interning with Apex: A Chat Between Apex Intern Veronica J. Gilchrist and Managing Editor Rebecca E. Treasure"
REVIEWS
"Words for Thought: Short Fiction Review" by AC Wise (9/30)
"Review of The Inescapable March by Hana Carolina" by Rebecca E. Treasure
INTERVIEWS
Interview with Author J.S. Oriel by Marissa van Uden
Interview with Author Daniel S. Oluremi by Marissa van Uden
Interview with Artist Makayla Bounds by Bradley Powers
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