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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 14, 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
Written By: Heather Drain Los Angeles. 1983. Theo looked at the ebbing streaks of sunset melting into the ocean. The sky's last shades of blue were slowly being swallowed by deeper and darker colors.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 23, 2026
Written By: Arden Falker Canvas wrapped in a vortex of arms. Ripping wounds and clawing skin I bite the bit to feel a signal.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 23, 2026
Written By: Hansen Adcock Never eaten cauliflower, it doesn't do anything for me. My grandmother made an excellent thistle soup. Or was it nettles? Never got stung once.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 23, 2026
Written By: Teege Braune I awoke with a runny nose and congested sinuses, the kind of throbbing, itchy discomfort that seems to extend from one’s face like a keratinized outgrowth and puts in one’s mind the apt nomenclature “rhinovirus.”
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 23, 2026
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
Written by: Saint Nick | I wish to speak with the dead. I long to hold conversations with rotting loved ones. Long to be face to face with their corpses, listening carefully while they speak the indecipherable words of a cadaverous language, a language which is carefully composed of corpse logic.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 19, 2025
Written by: Megan Rach “It’s the worst I’ve ever seen. There’s hardly anything solid left.” The scientist motions toward the door. “You can go in, but I’m telling you now, you’re going to want to put some equipment on.”
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 04, 2025
Written by: Emily Decloux His eyes were like black glass when I met him. But I don’t know what else I was expecting. After so many sleepless nights wondering if it was true, my suspicions were finally confirmed. It doesn’t make a difference anyway, no one would ever believe me.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 04, 2025
Written by: Graham Smith AG Number 989204902, District A458. MFG 2023. Display incomplete. I can’t see your spectrum of colour. At least not until the next update. My input data is a greyscale map, assigning values to visible light.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Oct 04, 2025
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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 14, 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
Thank you to everyone who took the time to submit for Slash Magazine's third print issue! This has received an incredible response. Please allow for about a week to hear back, as I'll be taking the time to read each submission and send emails. Hope you&
by Megan Rach, May 06, 2026