“Algea Reid” by Tyler R. Martin “She’s cutting my fucking throat!” he shouted as I walked into the room. The man was quite an interesting sight....
“Taking Care of Mother” by Todd M. Guerra Gotta take care of mother. Mother is why I’m here. She’s the reason I’m alive. She kept me...
“That Second Chance” by Trisha McKee Tessa escaped to the smaller family room, not bothering to turn on any lights. She removed the headband with the...
“Hoard” by Brianna Ferguson I cherish no illusions that this account will find me alive when the sun finally does come up, but I must write...
“Mad Dog” by Kristin Harley “Stop screaming, Karen!” hissed Stephen Jeffries. “It’s not as if he’s sprouted fur, or a tail.” He cradled his son’s...
“Hunting Season” by Nick Roberts Barren McNeil had always been good with a gun. Ever since he was eight years old and his father took him...
“Just for Laughs” by Liam Moran I swear when I told Pretty-boy Pete this, he nearly lost his shit. My dad’s all stern—he’s got...
“The BKR Killer” by Eddie Brophy On this atypical warm fall afternoon September 26, 1996, the juxtaposition between customer and clerk felt palatable. Case in point?...
Low Pressure by Martin Toman Phillip drove without thinking. He looked squarely ahead at the strip of bitumen, a single carriageway heading away from the small...
“Sweet Tooth” by Tiffany Promise It didn’t seem that late on Halloween eve—the frothy, mossy stink of recently-scooped pumpkin still permeated the air—but only the goth...
Before I start beaming about the existence of a Morbius movie, or rattle on about the origins of this Amazing Friend* of Spider-Man’s, here’s the trailer:...
Herb Hiders by Denny Marshall Denny E, Marshall had had art, poetry, and fiction published. One recent credit is interior art in Midnight Echo #14. See...
Army Men Around the House by Gareth McGorman Gareth McGorman is a scale modeler living in Toronto who commands a small army of 1:35 scale soldiers....
Frank’s Hideaway by Bryan Fontenot Last week I received word that Frank had died in a bar fight, his throat cut by another man. Frank wasn’t...
The Thing In The Bell Tower by Alex Taylor I knew it was no tornado that brought Ashland to the dust. Despite what I heard,...
The Reconstructivist by Emma Parrella I take a step out the door, and my foot sinks about an inch into the grass. We’ve had night and...
On Your Life by Julia Wren “Ready in 5…4…3…2…” a younger woman with a raspy voice in an all-black outfit says to a crew member...
Wicked Pieces by Mary Leoson The crone’s skin sagged like a melting candle. It hung in drips rolling off her face—molten, dying. The eyes were marbles...
Filthy streets, neon lights and drugs These three things combine to create a mental image of a dark, miserable future. Blade Runner offered it to us...
Among The Flayed by Ben Spencer Mygento sold their agrochemical seed steroid under the trade name “Sorocom,” but after a year on the market, a period...