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Three Feet Deeper

The sun shined over the town of Mallow, cursing it with summer. It shined on the town’s old graveyard, turning the grass as brown as the stone of the…


Terror House Magazine is Now on Instagram

Terror House Press is launching later this month, and we will have a big announcement in the coming days. As part of our expansion, we have created a…


Scroll of the Turul

I. Down by the blue Danube, a hooded man in a long black cape ran to get away from the biting winter winds. This was the worst winter in Etelköz in…


The Last Time

There is always a last time. The last time to hold a child, the last time to tuck a child in at night…the last time. When Steve fled with his…


30 Birds: “Oppenheimer” by John Robert Barnes, Jun. 27, and the Bloody Eyes

John Robert Barnes. I always thought I had a double-barreled first name and no middle name, and was going-by-something when introducing myself as…


The Radical Ricky Rodriguez

Man was meant to soar. Whether going down the highway at 100 MPH on a hog or flying through the sky in an F15, man was meant to soar. So I ran. Up in…


“Innocent Experience,” “Secret Keeper,” and “The Legionnaire”

Innocent Experience Night Songs on Themes from Blake I: A Song of Binding "As the moon, anguish’d, circles the earth." The Book of Ahania, Chapter I,…


City of Dis

Agent Tim opened his eyes. Face down, looking at the leaf-littered forest floor. He rose on his hands. Agent Tim was alone. Just him in his suit and…


6 to 6: The Hideaway

A tiny provincial airport in the desert north of Tucson. The land was flat and sandy, creosote and cactus. Loose volcanic rock that looked like it…


D-Day E-Girl

Her insta story read "Would anyone with a New York accent spit on me?" Yes. As a matter of fact, I would like to spit on you, @la***tt. I'd love to…