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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.”

Written By: Allison Noonan I. Autolysis Nothing wakes you up at eight in the morning like the smell of death.

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.

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

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.

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.