Apex Magazine
It's spring, a time to consider the cycle of death and rebirth, new life emerging from the blanket of winter. Some of these stories do feature literal rebirth, but what...
Words for Thought #11
It's spring, a time to consider the cycle of death and rebirth, new life emerging from the blanket of winter. Some of these stories do feature literal rebirth, but what...
This month’s cover art comes from Caroline Jamhour, an artist who works with not only digital and traditional media, but also as a tattoo artist in Curitiba, Brazil. Influenced by...
Interview with Caroline Jamhour
This month’s cover art comes from Caroline Jamhour, an artist who works with not only digital and traditional media, but also as a tattoo artist in Curitiba, Brazil. Influenced by...
The Second Coming was something of a washout, if you remember. It lit up early-warning radar like a Christmas tree, of course, and the Israeli Air Force gave the heavenly...
Jesus Christ, Reanimator
The Second Coming was something of a washout, if you remember. It lit up early-warning radar like a Christmas tree, of course, and the Israeli Air Force gave the heavenly...
Narrated by Mahvesh Murad I was born with a tongue, but the others were not. This is how it is: We who live on the edge of the Heap are...
Waste
Narrated by Mahvesh Murad I was born with a tongue, but the others were not. This is how it is: We who live on the edge of the Heap are...
If you’re a NaNoWriMo-er, take note: John Hornor Jacobs created a rough draft one November, and it turned into his debut novel Southern Gods, which garnered him a Stoker nomination....
Interview with Author John Hornor Jacobs
If you’re a NaNoWriMo-er, take note: John Hornor Jacobs created a rough draft one November, and it turned into his debut novel Southern Gods, which garnered him a Stoker nomination....
Each invitation, written on thick paper, hand-sweet, heavy stock. Deckled edges. Shadows grow long. The cicadas whir in the heat. She descends the great stairs to the foyer, taking small...
Luminaria
Each invitation, written on thick paper, hand-sweet, heavy stock. Deckled edges. Shadows grow long. The cicadas whir in the heat. She descends the great stairs to the foyer, taking small...