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 (9/2)
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 (9/9)
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 (8/26)
"Interning with Apex: A Chat Between Apex Intern Veronica J. Gilchrist and Managing Editor Rebecca E. Treasure" (9/30)
REVIEWS
"Words for Thought: Short Fiction Review" by AC Wise (9/30)
"Review of The Inescapable March by Hana Carolina" by Rebecca E. Treasure (9/4)
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
When I notice someone, Mr. Yoshiba in this case, from a distance, I do what I always do. I feign poor eyesight.
The Esperanza was doomed. The generation ship moaned as it tore apart module by module, plate by plate.
In the darkly delightful “Orion and His Moon” by J. S. Oriel, a sentient supply ship who just wants to do things right is forced...
The eyeless children appeared outside my cottage at midnight, blowing bubbles through their wands, bubbles that reflected moonlight...
Space is loud, crowded with the teeth grinding of radio galaxies, the whine of accretion disks spinning dust into strings.
I killed my first Alexander at seventeen. That was also the age I fell in love, an emotion supposedly beyond my kind.
1.8 billion miles from the sun, my roots dig deep into the soil of a small garden.
I use my work to fill in the gaps of my memory and create my own safe place to feel how I want to feel. I create my own pockets...
The first time our eyes met, I wanted to put them in my mouth.
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