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Official Statement on the Attacks Against Terror House Magazine
Earlier this week, Terror House Magazine was the target of a smear campaign by leftists in the literary community, falsely accusing us of being…
Superhighway
I’m assigned to a county road crew picking up trash along the interstate highway wearing an orange vest and helmet. There are four of us on the crew…
Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, Part 3
It was my generation, after all, that had brought this about. It was we who were the food and sex addicts. My parents’ generation didn’t snack. They…
Blue
I met Blue when I was sitting on a bench in front of some disreputable high-rise flats. It was about midnight. The fact that I wasn’t wearing…
“Choosing Sides,” “Everyday Superwoman,” and “Big Eyes”
Choosing Sides The other guy is down and I feel nothing carnal blood---metallic film on my tongue, fireballs building in my gut, rising as I watch…
NEET, Part 7
L. Ben found his cigarettes and left to smoke. He heard the scraping sound of the monster’s paws as it followed him out of the house. He went to slam…
The Purple Platform
Maribel piled the kids into the car. Two were her own, one belonged to a friend. She’d offered to drive them all on their outing, to let the other…
The Smoking Nun
“There is Christ, or there is death.” This was an odd thing for Andrew to say, given the man’s generally jovial character, and was sufficiently…
