By Hannah Morehead My eyes were sore when I squeezed out of my rack. Sharp pains shot up my legs as my ankles banged on the rungs attached to the rack below mine. The bunkroom was quiet aside from my rustling, the fan in the center dinging every other second and the occasional snore from … Continue reading Zero Crew
Voodoo
By Cheryl J. Brown The heat of the night gives birth to manifestation; Candle work is slick with sweat and determination. Anointed oil is prepared for the moon. Herbs have been gathered, separated, and will be used soon. Hooded figures dance in anticipation. As intentions are read from their book of Revelation. By the blood … Continue reading Voodoo
The Swimmers of Cape Fourwind
By Anna Treffer It wasn’t swimming weather. Thick clouds, like stained pumice, thrust the day into premature twilight. The strengthening wind hinted at a storm, throwing salty spray onto the car that pulled up across from Cape Fourwinds. As the engine cut off the pair inside made no move to get out. More salt threw … Continue reading The Swimmers of Cape Fourwind
Only Red Poems and The Desert
By Jean Edmunds Only Red© I can’t see anything in front of me, Only red. The rain clouds, the storms Cannot hide or undertake The dread I feel. In and out it passes, When it remains No other color I see instead, Only red. The clouds move in Over the tide As it rises and … Continue reading Only Red Poems and The Desert
The Hadley House
By C.J. Spulak The brown, bare trees swayed slowly in the October wind. In the waning afternoon sunlight, Jessa Fromm squinted through the spots of caked dust and bug guts on the dirty window and gazed out on a yard full of dying weeds and yellowing grass. She sprayed some Windex on the dirty glass … Continue reading The Hadley House
End of the Line
By Mario Marcinko Originally published in CafeLit Magazine Following yet another failed night of forced unrest, I leave the comforts of my sheets, ready or not to face the day. The greyness of life begins its attack on my sensations before I open the window upon skies curtained with leaden clouds and streaked streams of … Continue reading End of the Line
New Tools
By Violet SH In the dead of night, in a damp, ice-cold meat packing factory far removed from society, hung hundreds of dead, soulless bodies of all backgrounds and genders. A young woman named Alice wore black jeans and a white tank top with no shoes. She hung like everyone else in the factory: by … Continue reading New Tools
13 Halloween Tales: HiLee Frankenstein by Dylan Jack James
“HiLee Frankenstein” was previously published in Legacy Magazine under the title “What Scares You?” I was four years old when my father and mother first took me trick or treating down our little village street. It was a crisp cool Halloween night and the smell of cherry wood hung in the air from the only … Continue reading 13 Halloween Tales: HiLee Frankenstein by Dylan Jack James
13 Halloween Tales: Thrice in One Sitting by Justin Alcala
“One witch can do more harm than a thousand common thieves,” Silas Fear-The-Lord Doddridge recited along the road to Pontybridge village. It was a dreadful afternoon in New England, but three facts rolled Silas out of his inn’s bed on this wet autumn day. First, as the Malleus Maleficarum stated, Those who deny the reality … Continue reading 13 Halloween Tales: Thrice in One Sitting by Justin Alcala
13 Halloween Tales: The Ghost of Baron Von Something R. Other by B. Craig Grafton
“Yep there used to be a coal mine back there on my property. You boys have seen the filled in shaft holes in the ground, those depressions five or six feet deep, and the coal slag piles when you’ve been mushroom hunting back there haven’t you?" The two twelve year old boys nodded their heads … Continue reading 13 Halloween Tales: The Ghost of Baron Von Something R. Other by B. Craig Grafton
