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We used to cage them in the tide pools, when they were still small enough to capture in our little hands. Pull them out and snap photos that we could...
A Lullaby of Anguish
We used to cage them in the tide pools, when they were still small enough to capture in our little hands. Pull them out and snap photos that we could...
Welcome to Apex in August. We’ve got all sorts of happenings to share with you, and we hope you’re as excited as we are despite the heat much of our...
Apex in August 2024
Welcome to Apex in August. We’ve got all sorts of happenings to share with you, and we hope you’re as excited as we are despite the heat much of our...
After having read Bound Feet, I was excited to see that Kelsea Yu was coming out with a new book this year! It’s Only a Game is a YA thriller...
Book Review: It's Only a Game by Kelsea Yu
After having read Bound Feet, I was excited to see that Kelsea Yu was coming out with a new book this year! It’s Only a Game is a YA thriller...
During the months of August and September, Apex Magazine will only be open to submissions from previously unpublished authors. What do you mean by “unpublished” author? For this submission period,...
Unpublished Author Submissions Call
During the months of August and September, Apex Magazine will only be open to submissions from previously unpublished authors. What do you mean by “unpublished” author? For this submission period,...
During the months of August and September, Apex Magazine will only be open to submissions from previously unpublished authors. What do you mean by “unpublished” author? For this submission period,...
Unpublished Author Submissions Call
During the months of August and September, Apex Magazine will only be open to submissions from previously unpublished authors. What do you mean by “unpublished” author? For this submission period,...
“Mark died yesterday, Margery.” My tone was patient, sad but not distraught. The time for distraught was past, I thought. “Coral, don’t joke about those things. He was right here...
Growing Swirling Clouds
“Mark died yesterday, Margery.” My tone was patient, sad but not distraught. The time for distraught was past, I thought. “Coral, don’t joke about those things. He was right here...
No matter how many write-ins you sit with, how many languorous coffee shop hours you spend pecking away with other writers, the real core action of writing happens in the...
Build Your (Weird) Community
No matter how many write-ins you sit with, how many languorous coffee shop hours you spend pecking away with other writers, the real core action of writing happens in the...