by Cody S. Decker This year’s Carnegie Classics event is going to be celebrating Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Kentucky’s own literary outlaw, Hunter S. Thompson. On Saturday November 7th, the Carnegie Center is going to look as if it were a scene peeled directly from the […]
by Mario Burns The night before my nightmare Sitting in my chair I begin to fade out at some point Wake up downtown There is blood on my hands and shirt I rush home; pull the covers over my head Close my eyes Before I fall asleep, the alarm […]
by FROGG CORPSE There are no decorations, When I look out and see, A neighborhood too plain Communities withering. Trees leaves die too quick Too long to wait unfold. A canopy of sky My mind it ebbs and flows. The houses all line up Chipped paint, bark, and beast […]
by JB Quietly hanging in the back of the shed was a rope with 13 knots he had crafted for his head. An old red shed, covered in tarps, with boards for walls and dented paint cans for art. Clothed in snails and webs, scorpions and death, there hung his faithful […]
“I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind” Edgar Allan Poe By Saira Viola She had hungry city eyes — hold you, squeeze you. then fuck you over ‘till you die eyes. Harry had seen those kind of eyes before many times. He pulled into the lay […]
by Ron Whitehead i’ve always loved true tales of the supernatural. i’ve always wandered through old graveyards. there was a time when i would take dates to graveyards, after a dance or a movie. i’ve had many many supernatural experiences. and not all of them were drug inspired. i’ll […]
by Bradley James Weber First Day Nine men One lifeboat First Officer Now Captain Eight passengers One oar Zero rations Endless horizon No compass Second Day Air: equatorial Sun: blinding Tongues: parched Lips: cracked Water: none Less food Nine men One wounded One malcontent Fourth Day No land No […]
by H. P. Lovecraft Of such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a survival… a survival of a hugely remote period when… consciousness was manifested, perhaps, in shapes and forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity… forms of which poetry and legend alone have caught […]
by Kyle K. Mann Whatever was shining brightly over the night-shrouded freeway up ahead was extremely unusual and bizarre. I raced out of L.A. at midnight on northbound Interstate-5 with my buddy, Ab the Editor, riding shotgun. We were bound for San Francisco and looked to arrive a bit before […]
by Harlan Ellison Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported—hanging high above us in the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. The body hung head down, attached to the underside of the palette […]
Copyright © 2025 | WordPress Theme by MH Themes
You must be logged in to post a comment.