Feast
Pieces from Vol. 01, Issue 04
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