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6 to 6: The Hot Light

My ear sweats with the cell phone pressed against it. Riiinnnnnggggg. Riiinnnnnggggg. Riiinnnnnggggg. Riiinnnnnggggg. Riiinnnnnggggg. Riiinnn...…


Stage Left

Manfred stood watching the three bearded men playing onstage. He didn’t want to be there, but he promised Max he’d go weeks before, and he knew that…


The Return Trip

West Park was as depressing as I remembered. The weathered park benches were still a sickly kind of brown. The spent remains of cigarettes and…


Florida Man

There has been much debate about why so many bizarre stories come out of Florida. Some say it’s because the state is full of transient people, and…


Preservative Jazz

“But the violence of all things had left him so far intact.” --- Wyndham Lewis, BLAST Slipstream was bending the metal wings, spewing engine thrust.…


Looking Back at Terror House Magazine’s First Year

One year ago, Terror House Magazine was pulled into this world, midwifed by our hard work and the hysterical rage of our enemies. That latter part…


Snakes with Legs, Babies with Tails

Years of watching shitty movies and ignoring the nightly news had convinced Tom that all criminals were clean cut. Handsome. Suave. The man pointing…


Progress

It is the Current Year. You live in a three-bedroom apartment with five other thirty-year-old programmers, provided to you by your generous employer,…


True Love, Part 4

IX. Kamishiro was in the kitchen. He could smell eggs and bacon. Would she untie him to eat? Or would she try and feed him? He felt violently sick,…


“The Bar Guys,” “Cold Pizza,” “Drunk and in a Blind Rage I Lean Against a Pole and Watch the Neighbor Use His Car Speakers as His Cell Phone,” and Other Poems

the bar guys some days i’ll pass one of them on the street and they’ll look as bad and used up by the world as they did when i left them sitting on…