He’s Risen!

He’s returned, and he wants your flesh and blood!  He’s Risen is an irreverent collection of blasphemous horror perfect for those with a sense of humor. In this collection, zombie Jesus returns to feed on the people, baby Jesus gives it to a priest, Jesus and Moses have a showdown in an end of days biblical apocalypse, and more. Much more.  This issue is available … Continue reading He’s Risen!

The Way In – Gary Buller

  The Way In Gary Buller   Leroy Tyrell’s mood descended as the lift slowly carried him to the fourth floor. Something had been niggling him from the moment he exited his car that morning, the distinct feeling that something wasn’t right. His dad would have probably described it as negative mojo, but Leroy wasn’t as superstitious as the old man. Still- it persisted as … Continue reading The Way In – Gary Buller

All the Time, the Screaming – Austin Malone

    All the Time, the Screaming – Austin Malone   The Angler rises, opens his cupboard. He gathers the biscuits and jerky, wraps them in a scrap of pale leather, places the bundle in his creel, and retrieves his rod from beside the door. Rod and creel in hand, he emerges into the perpetual twilight of the fishing grounds. He looks neither left nor … Continue reading All the Time, the Screaming – Austin Malone

The Splitting – Lorna Wood

The Splitting – Lorna Wood   We were I then. I floated in the element, a sticky, warm, viscous fluid full of nutrients. The smallest food dissolved and slipped in through the pores of my integument. When larger organisms drew near, I lazily flipped my cilia, swooshing them down the nearest gullet.  I was—we are—omnivorous. Creamy, crunchy, gelatinous, sweet, salty, even bitter—all delectable. I was swelling, … Continue reading The Splitting – Lorna Wood

The Boy in the Trunk – Nicola Lombardi

 The Boy in the Trunk – Nicola Lombardi Paolo was sitting on the stool, slightly bent over, right opposite the trunk. A ray of milky-white light filtered through the skylight’s murky glass, exposing the swarms of dust, otherwise invisible, drifting thickly through the attic. Around Paolo’s heavy breathing everything was dead quiet, a quiet that resided there above and was now lingering in the dim … Continue reading The Boy in the Trunk – Nicola Lombardi