I don’t think I died last night. At least, I’m pretty sure. I remember running across the street to grab a snack at the mini-mart. I remember freezing in panic as a semi-truck’s headlights flashed in the road. I remember scrambling up the sidewalk as the truck sped by, blasting its horn. But I could…
Smallpox Ate the Americas Once by Leon Perniciaro Will and Santos attacked the farmhouse door with hatchets as Marco coughed blood and clutched his chest behind them. A few miles northeast, both Twofer ships jutted from Lincoln Woods State Park like massive lawn darts. “I’ve never seen anybody survive a Twofer infection this bad,” Will…
Out of the Bag By Floris M. Kleijne I recognize the hissing. Full, almost guttural, like he really wants to growl. No tom hissed quite like Jones. The sound lurks at the edge of my hearing, somewhere inside the apartment, maybe even outside, taunting me to come look, to see what vapors and megrims have…
Evilla, Mistress of Pestilence, Queen of Consumption, Bringer of Death Must Regretfully Decline Your Invitation to Be Another Tortured Antihero By Garrett Croker Evilla the Mistress of Pestilence squirmed as her backstory began to fill in. For so long, she’d reveled in her fairy tale role as the harbinger of death without once needing…
A Right Angle to Here and Now By Floris M. Kleijne “What color are your M&Ms?” The woman’s arrival might have gone unnoticed, but I happened to be staring over the low wall bordering the oval meadow, gazing through the slow snow of pale pink petals drifting from the cherry trees. I stand stunned…
