By Anson Clark a short fictional story – sometimes dreams are more real than reality Lee Christian had obsessive compulsive thoughts and was in the dying twilight of his life for AIDS was draining away his corporeal form. He looked haggard – and as was sometimes the case looks were not deceiving – and was … More The Decameron
By Sarah Wilson Where were you? You should’ve been here by now. This were supposed to be it, you weregoing to show up right on time to pick me up when you were done, we’d get out of here together.But here I were, up shit creek without one of them push… row… thingies. Like how … More *fter You Went *w*y
By Alex McGinty I was born, so to speak, in the attic of a house in St Petersburg in Russia, at 3:34 AM on the 3rd of July, 2024. The individual who birthed me had a name, and that name was Krysov Grigorovich. Krysov peers at my computer monitor with his eyes. I use the feed … More The Trappings of Humanity
By Aurum Lai To all the people I’ve loved before, Heyyy ur fittttttt 😍😉😘 Aurum xoxo
By Alex McGinty Creaking joints and spirits grey, Lay dark tablets down this day. Taught of Cthulhu, you must know, As above, so below. Like snarling tomcat, filled with hate, The wicked must accept their fate. With examination of hollow love, As below, so above. The coven dances on the hill, Spreading dread, fear, doom, … More So Below
Last year we had a collaborative session with Art Soc where we used each other’s work to spark inspiration. Here Meru Yale drew this hilarious octopus from Ravi Kakkad’s writing . Writing by Ravi Kakkad Art by Meru Yale The octopus is wasted. With one tentacle wrapped around a bottle of vodka and three holding shot … More A Relatable Octopus
By Ravi Kakkad The world ripples. I am afraid. Everything was normal a moment ago. Black and white and all the shades of grey. The sky was lighter with the joy of summer, the grass a bit darker, a bit deeper, and his eyes were a living greyscale. They were beautiful. Now, the sky is … More Ripples in the Grey
By Ed Wallace Don’t go into the woods. Don’t go into the woods. Don’t go into the woods. The words your mother always spoke to you were echoed by your stepmother after her. The wisdom of a thousand wives tales. One would think they would gain reverence from one the stories teach to hate. Don’t … More Don’t go into the woods
By Ravi Kakkad Callum doesn’t stand in a forest, nor in a graveyard, nor in a foggy field at midnight. He sits in his bedroom, watching a fanged smile slip from the face of the boy in front of him. The boy, Isaac, begins to shake as Callum whispers a single, cursed word. “Uno.” Isaac … More Soul Hunter
By Ed Wallace The soft light of the cool autumn sun fades as it bathes the feast, the last of the winds give gentle caresses to leaves all the colours of flame. All the fallen fruit has been gathered and the mighty storms recede for another season. A time for food and feast, tale and … More The Butterfly, the Whale and the Pineapple
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