Issue 04 of Slash Magazine is out for printing! It's exciting that our final edition for Volume 01 is our largest yet, "Feast" is nearly here! While this upcoming edition is printing, you can read the fantastic pieces from this edition online now.

Feast: Part One

The Feast Between Numbers
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.
Suckers
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.
Hunt
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.
Midnight Voyeur
Written By: Sean Grant I am watching from my car. The night presses its face against my view, prying its way into my eyes.
piggy/pink/belly
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
fresh meat
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
A New Adult
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.
The Vessel
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.
Hypothetical Bird Deaths
Written By: Allison Noonan After moving to this house, surrounded by broken whirlybirds
Mother’s Love
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.
The Maze
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.
Playmate
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.
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