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Written By: Allison Noonan I. Autolysis Nothing wakes you up at eight in the morning like the smell of death.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 21, 2026
Written By: Adara Schwartz Each night, my husband sleeps on his back with his hands crossed over his chest, as though he is in a coffin.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 21, 2026
Written By: Martin Taulbut It was almost nine when Linda stepped off the bus at Holyrood. Shivering, she buttoned up her blue serge jacket and strode to the studded wooden gates.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 11, 2026
Written By: Spencer Rohloff What a lovely grave I’d dug! The ground was soft from last night’s rain and came up easy by the spadeful. Springtime fragrance filled my nose and all I smelt was sweetness. I would have enjoyed this more if not for the two boys prattling behind me.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 11, 2026
Written By: Luke Barron The Body lies still. It lies in its grave, rotting and fraying in its flesh, soil and muck soaking up the spoils of its decay as it stays lifeless and deceased...
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 10, 2026
Written By: Patrick Joel Quinif “Oh, babe, you’ve got…” Tom pointed to the spot on her neck. “Is that a scratch? You’ve gotta be careful about that.” He turned his vacant gaze back to his burrito, took a too-big bite, and stared at the television, bits of rice clinging to his greasy beard.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 10, 2026
Written By: Spencer Keene I was weaned, at the ripe age of three, off of formula and onto offal, blood-drenched giblets of gizzard, liver, and disemboweled windpipe.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 10, 2026
Written By Kaitlin Milliken-Flohr She used to brush my hair. Mom running my fine strands between boar bristles, ever so gently. In the morning, she twisted sections into braids. At night, she dragged her fingers through to undo her work. We rarely touched.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jan 30, 2026
Written By: N.Z.Thorne PRELUDE: CHANGE A nine year old girl, sat on a large tree stump in a lush, green meadow. She wore a blue sundress, and her long, wavy black hair was held back by a single snap clip that kept her bangs out of her eyes. She sat there, seemingly upset and crying.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jan 30, 2026
Written By: John Grey Flashlight under chin, his face is a ghost and at such a young age.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jan 29, 2026
Written By: M.D. Smith IV The GPS flickered, chirped like a dying insect, and went blank. Eric laughed and kept driving. “It’ll come back. It always does.” Shirley didn’t laugh. Southern Mississippi had thinned into something older and heavier.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jan 29, 2026
Written By: Pam Avoledo She has an edge inside her skeleton poking out from her ribs. It appeared after she coughed and coughed for months.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jan 26, 2026
Written by: Norman Goodman “I’m giving away a Yamaha VMAX. This is not a joke. My younger brother Marko died on it just a week ago. Nothing in life would make me happier than for this infernal machine to carry yet another careless soul to death.”
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jan 10, 2026
Written by: Graham Smith | It was a crime scene — an especially bad one by St. Mary’s standards. The quiet village, nestled in picturesque cottage country, saw no more than thirty deaths per year.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 19, 2025
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Written By: Allison Noonan I. Autolysis Nothing wakes you up at eight in the morning like the smell of death.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 21, 2026
Written By: Adara Schwartz Each night, my husband sleeps on his back with his hands crossed over his chest, as though he is in a coffin.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 21, 2026
Thank you to everyone who has submitted their work to the second issue of Slash Magazine's special print edition! You've sent in some incredible pieces to read. Emails will be sent to all who submitted their work, whether we're able to fit your piece
by Megan Rach, Feb 14, 2026
The theme for this upcoming print edition of Slash Magazine is, "Death Becomes Her": The Horror of the Body and Beauty. The submission deadline for this upcoming edition is Friday, February 13th, 2026 by 11:59pm EST. Find the submission form below!
by Megan Rach, Feb 13, 2026
Maz Jardon holds an RMA in Literary Studies from the University of Amsterdam and blends his research, education, and experience into his artistic works. Where his research is concerned with how medicine is depicted in the horror genre, his art considers the body and its limits as a kind of
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 13, 2026
Written By: Martin Taulbut It was almost nine when Linda stepped off the bus at Holyrood. Shivering, she buttoned up her blue serge jacket and strode to the studded wooden gates.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 11, 2026