Written by by L. P. Melling The last time I saw Jude before he disappeared, we were in the school toilets after IT class, two weeks before our high school finals. That was when he showed it to me. “Hey, Danny, what are those red dots called people get on their skin?” Jude asked me.… Continue reading Signs of Gods
Recycled O negative blooms across the fibre optic carpet, gushing from his slit writs…
…No one would take them in until the station manager forced Jilly to do it. Now she had six of them shuffling around her café, driving off her few remaining regulars and not ordering anything. Six Pneumostomes. Dregs of the universe. And they were getting slime on things…
They’re a lot bigger than you up close, big and unsettling. You don’t want to look like you’re scared of them, but your sister was right: you are completely unqualified to take their job…
Written by Colleen Anderson She had always lived in the nautilus, its pearlescent interior inviting, comforting, but lately she wondered what was around the next spiral and hoped for loveliness other than the same white and green and pink rainbowed together. She explored, going one direction, through tiny doorways, onward until she crawled and her… Continue reading NAUTILUS
The room holds automatons, brass dulled, rust powdering surfaces, and bolts missing; marionettes, strings tangled and frayed, splintered wood, faded paint; and mannequins, naked torsos, bald heads, and broken limbs…
Written By Micah Edwards Ivan stretched, his back popping in a quick tap-tap-tap as he released the day’s tension and stress. He glanced down at his desk, sighing. He was still behind on work, but it was late enough that the office was almost empty. At this point, he was going to be in the… Continue reading Nyctophobia
…In the dream dimension, you’re a prey animal. A rabbit, or maybe a mouse. You’re small, weak and defenseless. When something like me comes by, it’s like a hawk’s shadow passing overhead. You freeze, metaphorically. That’s where your dreams go sour, where the nightmares start to eat away at the edges. And that’s just what happens when you notice me…
Written by Monica Evans Jetta’s crew are hideous, like elephants smashed into an octopus. I tell her so and she laughs and slaps my hand away. “That’s not funny.” “No, really,” I say, reaching for her again. “I’ve had Lovecraftian nightmares that were better looking.” This time she doesn’t smile. “Jay,” she says. “These guys… Continue reading Garnet City
…The leaves rustle heavily, and I recoil as the shaman comes forward. She’s an Elapid, sinuous and thick, and glossy as the leaves. She looks down at us through red and ochre beaded cords draped around her triangular head and down her body. I glance back at my mother, but she’s already raised her eyes to the ceiling, clasping her hands in prayer…
