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Written By: Paul Grammatico | Chadwick Pierce embodied the very definition of a modern misanthrope.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Nov 08, 2026
Written By: Patrick Carella Carlton Shales was a man without contradiction—at least in his own mind. To the New Yorker crowd, he was the poet of nonsense rhymes, a cartoon fabulist who bent words into characters children could chant before they could read.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Nov 08, 2026
Written By: Nick Young If it must be said yet again, then let it be said now: There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy, dear reader.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 27, 2026
Written By: Kevin Ramsden | “The Greys” is a 1970s-built concrete aberration of an estate that is home to any number of miscreants and lowlifes impossible to house anywhere else.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 27, 2026
Written By: Ian Berling | *A Note on the following text as supplied by Karl Weatherby, P.H.D, Dean of Anthropology at Bingham University and assistant curator of The Bingham University Library of Anthropological Research:
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 21, 2026
Written By: Thom Schilling | The best sex I never had was on October 31st, in a graveyard, during a thunderstorm, with a witch who caught my eye.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 17, 2026
Written By: Carson Fredriksen | Susan groaned as she felt the phone vibrate in her ear. It figured that while her only son was in the middle of a story, someone else had to interrupt it.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 15, 2026
Written By: Paul Tristram | Last night was crazy, beautiful, amazing... we all sat on the ground and watched him enact ‘the rejection and following suicide of a Starseed girl’... via Shadow-Puppetry.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 15, 2026
Written By: Cecilia Kennedy | The bamboo beams in the thatched bure hold secrets. That’s what the check-in guide said when I entered the themed suite with my husband.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 15, 2026
Written By: N.Z. Thorne A palm slammed hard across a countertop. The sound of the impact pierced through the repetitive blare of store music and echoed through the desolate refrigerated aisles.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 29, 2026
Written By: Anna Lewis | “Pleased,” From the mouth of a twenty-something with an ink stained cravat and a bandaged face, “To meet you.”
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 24, 2026
Written By: Harley Lethalm | On N-- Ave., the dust traced the spinal column of a sidestreet, which itself gave on to a leisurely thoroughfare lately dubbed "Joint Shiver Road" by the rather unpleasant folks...
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 23, 2026
Written By: Dan Dellechiaie | Last winter I lost everything. I was out while my life outside my skin was devoured. I was driving from think tank to think tank again, handing out my résumé again, trying to recoup the job I’d lost again. It was supposed to be just another terrible day.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 23, 2026
Written By: Justin Nicholes “Relax.” Chuck spoke from outside the cabin, where red pines skied evergreen, mangy. He was affixing a tarp against Northwoods Wisconsin winter.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 23, 2026
Written By: Olivia Madeline Abigail | The wall of eggs crested over her a like wave. Each carton brightly colored and emblazoned with ad copy. Some were free range, others cage free.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 23, 2026
Written By: Piper Fitzgerald Dear Louisa, I have called one of the nurses to bring me a pen and paper. It’s obvious you have no plans to visit me, and I won’t bother with the phone, which never ceases to ring when I call you, so I’m forced to appeal to you via letter.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 23, 2026
Written By: Nathaniel Macias | The dust rose in the lamplight with every pluck of the sunburst guitar.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 23, 2026
Written By: Seven Standen My final victim tasted like burnt nicotine and saccharine peppermints. He started keeping the individually wrapped mints in his pocket after I told him, on our first date, I hated smoking.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 22, 2026
Written By: Chris Thomson Squelching. I wish I had a better way to describe it, but that was the noise I heard. Squelching. Loud and grotesque and truly unappetising.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 18, 2026
Written By: M. Cronin "I read about a weird kind of worm," Ty said, as Atlas burst from the lake's cool waters and staggered to the shallows with a spluttering gasp.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 18, 2026
Written By: Sydney Thomson Mother deer does not grieve for a fawn not yet dead the winter is barren but this is forgivable
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 18, 2026
Written By: Keegan Hughes Kellan pulled up the rope ladder rung by rung, careful not to snag it on any branches. It was starting to fray, and he couldn’t ask Dad to fix it again.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 18, 2026
Written By: RJ Kiss Stefani peered through her binoculars, musing on what a nerd she was. The window of the hotel room created a slight distortion through her lens, and she cursed, positive she missed sighting a Chestnut-Collared Longspur for only the second time.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 18, 2026
Written By: Patrick Joel Quinif “Still need a minute with the menu,” Liam told the bustling waitress. He flashed a smile to the young woman sitting across from him. The Great Wall Hibachi was an average hole-in-the-wall Chinese joint, despite the name's Japanese promise.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 17, 2026
Written By: Taylor Kovach I’ve been eating less lately – down to the spaces zipped between little white lies
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 17, 2026
Written By: Rebecca Kemp The twin birds lay motionless on the hot pavement, their beaks tucked tight against their bodies, protecting themselves from the humid August heat beating down on their delicate, brittle bones.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Graham Smith Chapter 1 The town is Rooktrack. Usually missed on a hairpin turn and hardly worth the trouble of turning back for, this is the town that spent its twilight years in crisis mode.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Eleanor Keisman A fragrant breeze drifted over me just as the pregnant woman passed by. I like to imagine it was her I was smelling.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: D.S. Burton Mar. 8, 1885. DEAR NESSIE, I apologise for writing late. I have been bound to the bathroom for some days, which, might I add, is terribly mouldy, cold, and resides in the basement where water leaks from the foundation of this shack of a house.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Akshat Pathak Alone I stood in the thicket. The dogs growled at me Their jaws monstrous, a frightful Sight shook my body.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Ayyub Hussain My therapist’s drugs weren’t working And I needed a cure This depression’s been the worst I feared that it’d cave me in
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Aleksa Krkeljas I’ve been a sleepwalker for years. I am deep in the woods. It’s cold and pitch-black. An owl stares at me from a branch, while its companion in the distance lets out a succession of hoots.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Nicole Zelniker There are no missing posters on the walls of the bar, no indication that girls vanish from here without a trace.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Ashley Mina The job was simple. The Mongan family was out of town for the next three nights and the family’s locks were standard, easy enough to pick.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Allison Noonan After moving to this house, surrounded by broken whirlybirds
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Jacquie Wilson No one remembers her name. Her real name anyway. She was a girl once- a regular girl, a good girl- who worked as a harlequin for her family's tiny traveling show.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Stephen Kramer Avitabile This harsh world was not designed for the weak, but the weak needed to decide if they were going to stay as they were designed.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Paolo Bozzo there is a hunger deep within me that must be satisfied it lurks in the darkest of places in my body waiting to devour on human flesh
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Kieu Anh Nguyen center cuts in perfect squares / all rib bones removed / I rub some coarse salt to dehydrate the skin / before the dry rub/ this old darkened flesh
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Sean Grant I am watching from my car. The night presses its face against my view, prying its way into my eyes.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 16, 2026
Written By: Ashley Sgro The wolves are after me. I can hear them through the charcoal night. No wind moves through leafy bushes. The air is still. The sky at 3 A.M. is quiet. It is them.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 15, 2026
Written By: Faria Basher It was at the end of my seventh week at Covena that they first fed on me, the act occurring in the buried, forgotten hours of that Friday night, long after the janitor left and the last luminous monitor had been shut off.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 15, 2026
Written By: Rashan Speller The pigeons would not consume him. That was the first thing Detective Darius Kane noticed. Not the missing head or the blood.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Sep 15, 2026
Written By: Robin S. Bloom My quiet reverie in the park is interrupted by voices upon voices — by clownish music blaring from an ice cream truck, and the barking of a hot dog vendor pitching his wares.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jul 31, 2026
Written By: Robin S. Bloom The Victorian structure at the end of Junedale Lane housed Rigby’s Apothecary on its first floor and its proprietors, Alfred and Jane Rigby on its second.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jul 31, 2026
Written By: J.T. Trigonis Another storm sliced across the skies.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jul 31, 2026
Written By: Patrick Joel Quinif Eva clicked away from the window in which her virtual friends were working doggedly to build a tidy compound in the candy-coated anime landscape of the ‘Zone.’
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jul 26, 2026
Written By: N.Z. Thorne On a curving stretch of road through the Oregon woods, the night was a chaotic playlist of heavy rain and howling winds.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 29, 2026
Written By: Thom Schilling Kyle MacDougall awoke at his usual time, 5:30. However, today is when the unusual took over. He sat straight up and rubbed his face.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 25, 2026
Written By: Nicholas Starr Kellogg My name is Rubert, Rubert Bernie, and I’ve never been afraid of the woods.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 25, 2026
Written By: J.W. Wood I stared at the guy. Was he trying to control me? And how come he knew so much about my work? I’m here to rent a house – not tell him my life story.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 25, 2026
Written By: Rebecca Kemp My fingers caressed the new bottle, the words shone brightly in my fluorescent bathroom lights, promises that I knew would be granted.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 25, 2026
Written By: Chester Rogalski There are two types of women in the world, those who wear makeup and those who lie about it.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 24, 2026
Written By: Nick Young It could be said with little disputation that there was no more desirable bachelor in all of France than Jean-Louis Armand de Compiègne, son of the Comte Lucien Armand, widely respected as a man of property and heralded as a favorite of Bonaparte.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 24, 2026
Written By: Gina N. Anderson The bell rang on the door of Eva’s Psychic Healing shop. Half of her expected to see Charlie; the other half wished he’d never return.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 24, 2026
Written By: Cheyanne Larinan Once upon a time in a village isolated by mountains and ocean cliffs, there was a family of four. Daddy called the oldest daughter Pup and so she was.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 24, 2026
Written By: Ilyana Kunzer It took thirteen decades after the introduction of artificial intelligence—the generative and truly intelligent kind, not those little floor vacuums, practically antiques by then—for the Future’s Automated Experience, more commonly known as FAE, to reach completion.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 09, 2026
Written By: DC Diamondopolous Tammy had nightmares of the man she saw in her store window. His elongated face chased her through the streets of the San Fernando Valley, her terror mounting like a progression of staccato hits rising up the scales on an untuned piano.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 08, 2026
Written By: Felipe Rubinstein Ortiz Deep in the woods bordering the west side of Faroe County, the ones that met Route 39 running southbound parallel to the Llanwelly town line, something large limped out of a cave.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 05, 2026
Written By: Robin S. Bloom I told the guys, “ I better get my ass home, or I’ll have hell to pay with the Old Lady.” Just as I was pulling out, Donny stuck his head in the passenger’s side window and said, “If you go to Beanie’s, get this week’s special.”
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 03, 2026
Written By: Gregg Maxwell Parker The first thing I do when I wake up is let Grover out. Covers kicked off, early-morning sunlight through open curtains, I turn the ancient knob and walk to the living room.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 03, 2026
Written By: John Sloan Mike Flannigan is sharing a bed with dead people. Bodies are piled on top of him on a narrow hospital gurney. His face breaks the uneven surface between the shoulders of two corpses.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 03, 2026
Written By: Kevin Ramsden It was late on a weekday afternoon, and James was nearly two-thirds into his second beer of the day.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 03, 2026
Written By: Dasia Brown Welcome to complete isolation, you think. This is what you’ve been looking for, what you think about all of the time.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 01, 2026
Written By: Nü Creature Mere Mortals Hubert has a love in his life and that makes him stronger than anything that the cabal satanists and prostitutes that he works with can throw at him.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Jun 01, 2026
Written By: Vivian Pearl There is a video of a fireplace on the TV I can hear the crackles and see the light but there is something missing from their red brilliance I don’t believe those flames ever burned, I can’t feel their heat.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 26, 2026
Written By: Holly Eakins Deep in the hills of the west, nestled into the thick, heavy heat of the land, there was a village
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 26, 2026
Written By: Nate Hoil Anyone other than Melbourne Ritz would’ve been suspicious about the dumpster behind the barber shop— the mountain of hair inside the unfamiliar business’s waste disposal unit was so overstuffed the lid would not close properly.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 26, 2026
Written By: Arden Falker Hello Sarah, how may I assist you today? Would you like to call your brother. It has been a while.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 25, 2026
Written By: Arden Falker DNA unwinds in strings binding helix twisting into definition, that which we become.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 25, 2026
Written By: Alice Baburek Lester Quinn watched his father, Elliot, as he washed the body with disinfectant. The deceased’s eyes had been glued shut, and the jaw secured with wire.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 25, 2026
Written By: Luca Zani Years after the fact, he couldn't quite remember the order of events as he recounted that special day to his friend on the porch.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 25, 2026
Written By: E.K. Larson-Burnett The taste of raw meat, sticky and gummy and too warm, lingered on Mara’s tongue. Blood still trickled down her throat like a melting blade of ice, sharp and tangy.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 25, 2026
Written By: Paul Tristram … Inner Demons Prison Warden-ing your Outer World
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 25, 2026
Written By: Meghan Haydon Dear Diary, I have made a wonderful discovery today. To be successful at anything requires sacrifices: time, energy, patience, sanity.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 24, 2026
Written By: Lilith Mae It’s lonely out in the woods. Rarely does anyone visit anymore. I’m more of a legend that people don’t search for, than that one place in the woods.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 24, 2026
Written By: M. Atchleross Harliver Hill, defined by acreage east of the blue mountains, occupied land whose redeemable nature varied according to who was asked.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 23, 2026
Written By: Alex Masters The vampire had drawn the blood from her neck so gorgeously she hadn’t even known it was happening.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 23, 2026
Written By: by: C.M. Meighan It started on quiet walks, alone, in the night. She felt familiar, not haunting, but reminiscent of a past I could not quite place.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 22, 2026
Written By: Monica Luo Continue straight for 5 kilometres. Stay in the right lane. Merge onto Highway 1. Take the exit.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 17, 2026
Written By: Alex Weimer Get up. Get up. Get up. Morning dove and dew and rise Bright and blue and sight for sore eyes World does not sleep and neither should you No curtains you have for me to seep through Might be morning might be day Yet you have
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 15, 2026
Written By: Christina Irvin The meeting of sun and ocean. It was a simple phenomenon, deceptively so. The boat rocked beneath my feet as I watched, testing my balance, and it left me nauseous.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 14, 2026
Written By: Kayla Schimmel James is refusing to make eye contact with me, and has been since I asked him to talk after dinner. He’s looking at the TV, pretending to watch it nonchalantly. His restless hands betray him. I have to be careful.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 14, 2026
Written By: C.M. Molina By flowers A corpse was there tangled up in a tree's branches
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 14, 2026
Written By: Ian Berling The storm had come in from the North and worked the ocean into a frothing, foaming cauldron ready to boil over at any moment.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, May 11, 2026
Written By: John Grey Seven crows on a tree branch, seven monks with keen eyes and bowed heads, seven undertakers in wind-blown black coats.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Apr 18, 2026
Written By: John Grey The woman in the room blurts out how much she misses me. But the man has nothing to say. He barely knows who I am.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Apr 18, 2026
Written By: John Grey Even this far north, I would rather the winds came from even farther north.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Apr 18, 2026
Written By: Allison Hummel “Shut the curtains, Nella, it hurts.” Camille shifted on the sofa and leaned her head back, closing her eyes. Her hand trembled slightly, resting against her sternum.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Apr 07, 2026
Written By: Danielle Bauman I used to be a dreamer. Your classic wish upon a star kind of daughter. Little girls are full of so much hope until the real world drains it out of them.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Mar 25, 2026
Written By: Paul Grammatico Another Saturday at Liam's Grandad Rowan's house, they watched his seanathair's favorite game—Irish hurling—on the flatscreen.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Mar 20, 2026
Written By: Liam Johns Clancy sits slouched at the restaurant’s edge, spooning clods of fried rice into his mouth. Above him, the mall’s fluorescent lights hum, the smack of his lips punctuating their drone.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Mar 19, 2026
Written By: D. C. Martin Sometimes a picture brings you back. Sometimes it drags you there even if you don’t want to go. Sometimes you have no choice.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Mar 16, 2026
Written By: Cecilia Kennedy Streaks of orange and gold color the mountain tops in the distance, shadows filling in where the sun won’t reach. The air feels dry, and the public pool glistens in arctic blue.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Mar 03, 2026
Written By: Paul Tristram I cannot describe the ‘Un-Bear-Able’ PANIC… it’s a Mountain
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Mar 03, 2026
Written By: Chester Rogalski Forty years I was a deacon at First Calvary. They’re tearing her down now, but it’s still good of you to go about collecting her history.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Mar 02, 2026
Written By: Jackie Massaro Inspired by true events Her hand trails down my back, her fingers like a belt along the side of my waist. She was excited to see me. She had told me so the whole week in text messages and on phone calls. I can't wait to see you. I miss you.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 25, 2026
Written By: Michael Sussman “Do you live?” It was Lyuba’s hoarse rasp through the crack in the cave wall separating their pits.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 24, 2026
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Written By: Paul Grammatico | Chadwick Pierce embodied the very definition of a modern misanthrope.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Nov 08, 2026
Written By: Patrick Carella Carlton Shales was a man without contradiction—at least in his own mind. To the New Yorker crowd, he was the poet of nonsense rhymes, a cartoon fabulist who bent words into characters children could chant before they could read.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Nov 08, 2026
Written By: Nick Young If it must be said yet again, then let it be said now: There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy, dear reader.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 27, 2026
Written By: Kevin Ramsden | “The Greys” is a 1970s-built concrete aberration of an estate that is home to any number of miscreants and lowlifes impossible to house anywhere else.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 27, 2026
Written By: Ian Berling | *A Note on the following text as supplied by Karl Weatherby, P.H.D, Dean of Anthropology at Bingham University and assistant curator of The Bingham University Library of Anthropological Research:
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 21, 2026
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