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Oat Bunches with Fruit by Ian Sacks
The cereal wasn’t where it was supposed to be. Or rather, it wasn’t, but also was. Rumiko was certain she’d only purchased one bag of granola, taken down now to about one-third full. So why was there another one beside it? It was funny, how time had seemed to slip away after being let go…
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Slightly Bitter by Rhonda Rosenheck
Skeltonic (Tumbling) Verse Was having a fine time,didn’t need that extra dimethat moms gave just in casewe needed to make escapesto have a stab at call-a-cabbefore a bad datebecame a sad fate. Went next to dip fondue.Cheese, bread and skew-ers red from strawberry dew.We laughed and drank – British gruyere stank –bubbling chocolate, rankedyummiest on…
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Something Old by Najka Altazy
My hands are lined with white,like I’ve been baking biscuits.the air’s martini dry.You’re marrying your mistress.High chestnut saints in brown,all humming with the Canon.a disappearing gown.An open door abandoned.My knotted face goes flat,a tinge of greenish yellow.I grab my baseball bat.Kinetic testing windows.The broken glass like dice,all snake eyes staring skyward.come eat your wedding rice.My…
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What Horror Means to Me by Elizabeth Nalepa
A brief explanation of my goals for Macabre Magazine When I agreed to take on the job of Editor in Chief in March 2026, I hit the ground running. It seems fitting now to take a moment and catch our collective breath before the next series of sprints. Since my first issue at the helm…
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Shopping Complex by Bert SG
They cut Julie early, so she punched the clock and left Cookie Ranch behind, left the whole food court behind. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes, but there was still time to make it downstairs and hit up Alley Brats, maybe steal a cool shirt so she wouldn’t be forced to hang around the…
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The Exchange by Kaitlin Milliken-Flohr
I should have known when we left the town that safety was far behind us. Our trike blazed along the narrow asphalt over the estuary, while the world around us lay uncharacteristically still. The setting sun reflected in the ocean unbroken, not a breeze to ripple the water. With every kilometer, life thinned — not…
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Marnie by Chelsie Blackwell
“And the winner for Best Actress in a Drama goes to…Marnie,” the seasoned actress whispers, choking on the name. She turns to the back of the stage, where the giant screen flickers on. A young woman appears, seemingly on stage, though her physical body is not. She holds the award in both hands, clutching tightly.…
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The House on the Hill by T. S. Parnell
Jamie stepped out of the taxi onto the gravel driveway. Pebbles popped under the soles of his polished shoes, unfit for countryside like this. He grabbed his suitcase and handed the driver a hundred-dollar bill for the extended trip. The driver gave him a curt nod before turning the car around and driving back down…