Content Warning: Profanity (a lot of it) Like clockwork, it rang the alarm of the space restaurant Eat the Rich every Sunday, blaring on all speakers. “WOLF MOTHERFUCKERS WOLF! WOLF! WOLF IS COMING FO...

by Akis Linardos “As was the tradition, our mothers planted seeds in our flesh…”

Daughter was not born, / but emerged from the last fox's mouth / in the last forest of the world

Smoke hisses out of the wrinkled, larva-ridden pomegranates lying under the shadow of their withered tree. The manchild stares at the hole pulling fruit and dirt within, as Mother wails beside. Not u...

If we’re clinical about it, eco-fiction is any sort of story where nature plays an important role in the plot. It can’t just be a fantastical environment in a space setting unless the flora or fauna m...

Smoke hisses out of the wrinkled, larva-ridden pomegranates lying under the shadow of their withered tree. The manchild stares at the hole pulling fruit and dirt within, as Mother wails beside. Not u...

The eyeless children appeared outside my cottage at midnight, blowing bubbles through their wands, bubbles that reflected moonlight...

In the bleak midwinter nights of January, we have decaying tales from our Sleepless Decompositions. "Sun Approaches Every Summer" written by Akis Linardos (Story starts around 00:05:25) Produced by: C...

There’s a saying that Death’s a gambler—one carrying no scythe, but a massive bowl full of thousand-sided dice he rolls every morning. In the Academy we know that’s not true. The true gambler is Life....