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Hedonic Obliteration
Beneath a digitalized sky, near-infinite neon billboards convulsed. I descended bloody stairs leading to a dark alley filled with cybernetic…
Rogue Noses
Detective Rolland had been called to the scene. “What the hell happened here?” he asked the sergeant, who was still furiously busy recording the…
Preheat Your Oven
“It says it’s preheated, but it barely feels warm!” Sarah complained to her friend, Amy. “A brand new gas oven---defective! So aggravating!” Sarah…
“A Bag of Hands,” “Bonne Journee,” “The Tao of Poop,” and Other Poems
A Bag of Hands Jalisco, Mexico. In a black plastic bag: 12 severed hands removed from their owners, for thievery, por rateros, and put in this bag,…
Soon-to-be-Pizza
The first time Amitha cooked a meal to feed her family of six was the day the Saint made the mistake of eating too many Dairy Milk bars. The Saint…
Terror House Radio, Episode #70: It is the Podcast (with Paul Town)
On this episode of Terror House Radio, Matt Forney and Bryden Proctor welcome Paul Town and Birdy to the show to discuss literature, philosophy,…
Silence
After 20 years, Abel Gittle finally figured out a proper response to his life. It was April of 1968. Abel went to bed on a Wednesday night, said…
“I’ve Been Meaning to Tell You” and “Now You Know”
I’ve Been Meaning to Tell You It had been on your mind for some time, But you don’t share that, There’s no need, And once you tell her, There’s no…
Five Smooth Stones
Katie slid the tray of cookies out of the oven, making sure none of them slipped off. Not too hard, not too sweet; just the way her son liked them.…
“Griefs” and “The Victims”
Griefs I wore a cloth that has been stitched With several rival threads Bleeding sorrowful messages. Why must the innocuous feeble lamb Be sacrificed…
