The Ghost of Catherine Howard by V.Castro

We are thrilled to highlight the work of V.Castro this month for Women and Horror Month. The Ghost of Catherine Howard by V.Castro They say her screams still echo through the red walled corridor as the silent paintings of her executioner look on. I speak of Catherine Howard’s ghost that is said to haunt the…

The Satyrs

Elijah L. Armstrong is a student at Washington in St. Louis.   The Satyrs Satyrs armed with iron staves Parade beneath the sallow moon: They strike the brittle branches down, They wade thorough the brackish ponds. Beaten hooves pound out tattoos, Clotted fur coats legs and knees, Nails like brown sharp callouses, Naked sinews under…

Gehenna

What happens when you die? That is, when the memory of you fades from existence? What would you do in order to preserve the memory of you?   Kenny Gould is a writer and journalist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where he’s pursuing his MFA at Chatham University. In the past, he’s written for Thrillist, Time…

March Post – Collected Poems

Benjamin Blake was born in July of 1985, and grew up in the small town of Eltham, New Zealand. He is the author of the poetry and prose collections, A Prayer for Late October, Southpaw Nights, and Reciting Shakespeare with the Dead. He currently lives in a cabin, somewhere in the New Zealand countryside. Find more of his…

Which Reality Are We?

Melissa Franco has completed a variety of poetry. Her work has appeared in Dark Gothic Resurrected Magazine, Infernal Ink, Twisted Dreams Magazine, and lastly, Tales of the Undead: Suffer Eternal.    Which Reality Are We? Melissa Franco Dreams are just dreams Reality is just reality   Dreams are reality Reality are Dreams   A reflection of a reflection A bloodline…

When Mercy Calls

If your phone rings tonight with an unknown number you will have to pick it up, because it may be Mercy Ellis on the other line. You may not like what she tells you, but you have no choice.

White Stripes

Do you ever worry you’ve been driving too long? Those road stripes can become hypnotic. Maybe they’re a sign of something. Mary Edigo lives in rural New Hampshire where the deer peek in bathroom windows. She works for a direct mail company to pay the bills and her part time gigs include writing stories and…