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1906, Louisa County, Virginia I was there when the things came up out of her. The girl—Maddie and ‘em’s youngest named Heddy—choked and gagged them right out of herself, retching...
Roots on Ya
1906, Louisa County, Virginia I was there when the things came up out of her. The girl—Maddie and ‘em’s youngest named Heddy—choked and gagged them right out of herself, retching...
This month’s cover is by North Carolina artist Vicki be Wicked. Starting with oil painting at a young age, she has been working with digital art for a decade. A...
Interview with Cover Artist Vicki Be Wicked
This month’s cover is by North Carolina artist Vicki be Wicked. Starting with oil painting at a young age, she has been working with digital art for a decade. A...
A girl has lost her soul down deep in the City. It wandered away while she chipped out another grave in the catacomb brickyards. She set down her pickax, wiped...
Gray Skies, Red Wings, Blue Lips, Black Hearts
A girl has lost her soul down deep in the City. It wandered away while she chipped out another grave in the catacomb brickyards. She set down her pickax, wiped...
By Alix E. Harrow | Narrated by Chris Lester "Mr. Death" — published inApex Magazine,issue 121, January 2021. Read it here:https://apex-magazine.com/mr-death/ Please note that this episode contains references to child...
Episode #74: Mr. Death
By Alix E. Harrow | Narrated by Chris Lester "Mr. Death" — published inApex Magazine,issue 121, January 2021. Read it here:https://apex-magazine.com/mr-death/ Please note that this episode contains references to child...
Stories are good; stories are dangerous. We know this, if from nothing else, then from stories themselves. Stories save Scheherazade; stories drive Don Quixote mad. How do we tell the...
Trapped In Stories
Stories are good; stories are dangerous. We know this, if from nothing else, then from stories themselves. Stories save Scheherazade; stories drive Don Quixote mad. How do we tell the...
Narrated by Chris Lester I’ve ferried two hundred and twenty-one souls across the river of death, and I can already tell my two-hundred-and-twenty-second is going to be a real shitkicker....
Mr. Death
Narrated by Chris Lester I’ve ferried two hundred and twenty-one souls across the river of death, and I can already tell my two-hundred-and-twenty-second is going to be a real shitkicker....
“Sister,” pants the white fox as it dangles upside-down from the railing, its tail like a question mark, its grin like something the devil had won from Saint Peter. “You’re...
Love, That Hungry Thing
“Sister,” pants the white fox as it dangles upside-down from the railing, its tail like a question mark, its grin like something the devil had won from Saint Peter. “You’re...