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I Think, Therefore I Am by Nina Munoz
Frail, and already damaged, Nolan’s body remained limp. For the seventeenth time in his life, he awoke to his mother hovering above him, a large present in hand. His body had been aching and traumatized for some time now, with part of his abdomen red and engorged. It felt as if something was probing him…
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Intertitles by Megan Denese Mealor
There was a skeletal continuity to the greasepaint proceedingsin the battered copy of a copy Jobyna Theater on dropout Vaudeville Avenue, the feral homeland of late-blooming flower childrenand the stillbirth of muted trains.Shadows toned with silver salts capered asplucky shopgirl Clara Bow darkened her lipswith the memory of her mother’s madness,a thousand butcher knives forever…
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Welcome to the New Macabre Magazine!
For a publication dedicated to showcasing exceptional horror and macabre works, the reading experience is paramount. The vessel holding the work must be as carefully crafted as the pieces themselves. As we looked to the future, we evaluated the standard digital publishing platforms—WordPress, Ghost, and Squarespace. While functional for many, it quickly became apparent that…
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A Named Storm by Pete Ward
We agreed: it had to be a drifter, an outsider. That much was clear. Our town wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big enough to hold, to hide, an appetite such as this. We knew this to be true. We knew this because we knew everyone. Of course, the first person we would have suspected—the only person—was her brother. But…
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A Local’s Guide to Wood Wraiths by Nick Porisch
Hi there! My name is Cathy Haan, and I have been a licensed realtor in Minneapolis, Minnesota, for over fifteen years. One of the most common questions I get from potential homebuyers is about the prevalence of wood wraiths. So, I’ve written this article for my blog, Haan Talks Houses, in the hopes that I…
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Grimoire by Jonathan O. Nilsen
Leather-bound tatters Blood-ink maters to parchment Read atop an escarpment Fire-blue tines rape the sky On-high violations as Motivation for Necronomic Incantations, audible permutations Of flesh, veins, and hatred Eyes red with sound and fury Signifying there is no worry Of nine clouds of judgement As Mephistical mystics Regurgitate cannibalistic Fetid decay disguised as lyrics…
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Observance by Megan Denese Mealor
The black velvet petunias eat away at your antipathy– sunless conduit flowers for unlit obituary candles, Drunk Tank Pink garnish of a burial shroud,
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Seeing is Believing by Elizabeth Nalepa
Most people are blind to life’s distractions. Normal people can move smoothly from one task to the next, allotting each one exactly the attention it needs. They don’t see how dirty the cabinets are or how tall the pile of mail has gotten.
