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The notion of using macabre ingredients in the quest for eternal youth is an old one, maybe an ancient one. It is given new life (new death?) in Grave Dirt, Corpse Paint: a cautionary tale of the m…

You entered our pact unknowingly, unwillingly; you entered our pact angrily, grudgingly, resenting every moment spent in front of a mirror rubbing cream over blackheads and oily skin, cursing puberty ...

I have nowhere to put my beginnings. Ends are easy; rinds of tragedy and misfortune stink up the cupboard, waiting to be sunk into soups. Crusty edges of heartbreak line the countertop, salty as drie...

Every Taco Bell in America has a portal somewhere in it that takes you to the original Taco Bell. The original Taco Bell exists out of time and place, or at least that’s what people say. I don’t belie...

One day you woke up and you were a giant body in a lilliputian city.

“Tell me how I die,” Mitra asks again as she looks up to the sky. Her calloused hands, worn from years of carrying a blade, are warm in mine, and I lean into it as we watch the stars. The city below i...

Sometimes, the seasons change wrong. Winter skips to summer. The fallow molts into the decadent: frost painted over in swathes of green, empty sacs suddenly straining with juices, so much that nectar ...

We gave Dougherty two songs before we left him to the black, no time for more with sixteen packed into the union hall and sipping unauthorized O2 tapped from the transit bay.

We gave Dougherty two songs before we left him to the black, no time for more with sixteen packed into the union hall and sipping unauthorized O2 tapped from the transit bay.

At last the pair settled by the fire, the guest well-fed, if strangely so. The lady of the house had ceased her anxious wandering between sooty kitchen and cobwebbed sitting room, and agreed, after so...

The school has bloomed again. On the razed field, it stands in all its multi-storeyed glory. Out-of-place, yet exactly where it was a dozen times before. The sunrays intensify the crimson hue of its b...

Anonymous (1948) Incidence of Rare Cancers in Peat-Cutting Communities in County Tyrone . Report #24. Omagh: Department of Health.

Ignore the grimacing faces of those who aren’t dying. They shiver and stare, hands clutched in worry; they do not understand. Soon they will welcome the warmth of your cloak, the veil of your silver h...

A demon bound to your service bows before you. On your right side sits a bamboo tray laden with offerings: a bunch of ripe bananas, red and white petals of roses and jasmine, and frankincense burning ...