by Timothy Day Claire was in the process of cleaning out her closet when she found the box, stuffed into the corner and conspicuously unlabeled, traces of soot lining its edges. She o…

by Merridawn Duckler I wake at my namesake. Today is the day. Gold air, baby blue clouds. Sun on the rim like a blood line across the knuckle. I feel the board falling into the empty …

by Howie Good The Drowned and the Saved Everyone wants to see the trapeze guy fall and the lion trainer killed. Then we can forget our own problems. What have we come to? Oh, a moving…

by Erick Sáenz “Jim!” Echo through empty space. “Don’t worry about me, I’m okay.” That familiar smile. And then a flash. Sense of awareness. Sunlight peeking through blinds. Jim…

by Santino Prinzi These Are the Rules of Our Canopy Shyness and Life When my parents were saplings, my grandparents taught them the rules of canopy shyness: Do not let your lea…

by Anna Vangala Jones Her shoes aren’t ones she chose to walk in, but they’re the shoes she’s been given. They’re brown and scuffed and the laces have that frayed, gray, been in too m…

by Mary Lynn Reed He stands on the porch, smoking his last cigarette again. His hands are too smooth and his shoulders slouch. He tries to keep the smoke blowing in the right directio…

by suiyi tang when i was finally permitted to see my mother, moments after her surgery, she turned me away and asked for my father. his presence centered her in a way that mine did no…

by Sandra Arnold From the outside, apart from the moth-eaten taxidermy and ferret skulls in the window, The Waiting Room in Whistler’s Lane looks like your average junk shop. The insi…

by Miriam Balanescu Their anniversary at Primrose Hill – 8:32pm. A pin-prick star to sit beside its moon, that (moon) plate punctured into coppering blue. (The moon is a gape, or an a…

by Andrew Reichard The electric glider pulsed down green and yellow farming fields and silvopasture, Franz clinging to the catchstrap with one hand and the camera with the other. He’d…

by Stephanie Valente Dad’s girlfriend lets us stay up late. Dad’s girlfriend takes us to the mall and drops us off two blocks early. She never waits. Dad’s girlfriend bought us dark b…

by Ken Cormier Music school hallway, practice rooms all around: ahead, behind, above, below. Head full of headphones, hands full of microphone and audio recorder, sneakers too dead to…

by Christopher Gonzalez My mom stabs coin-sized pockets into a pork shoulder. This allows vinegar to swish through the muscle fibers—like white wine in a sommelier’s mouth: in, …

by Phoebe Reeves-Murray Matter and energy cannot be destroyed. That’s the First Law of Thermodynamics. Energy can be changed, moved, controlled, stored, or dissipated, but not created…

by Chelsea Ruxer The tower is full of bodies still sleeping. A staircase winds through its center, a steep corkscrew of a spine. It felt like dreaming when I crept down it. I started …

by Dan Crawley Clara shuffles by cookie-cutter tract homes to the corner and then up the boulevard toward a convenience store. There she’ll buy her candy bar for the day. Where the si…

by Jerrod Schwarz I watch the barista throw a trout over the sandbag wall. News crews splash by, pointing their cameras at a dead octopus hanging from the adjacent McDonald’s sign. I check F…

by David Clager It was a hit that first and only night when he wore it to the party and everyone that didn’t even know him didn’t care since the visor hid his face anyway, and so they…

by Tayden Bundy A farmer found the girl strung up in a cottonwood three weeks after she had gone missing. The chain around her neck had been taken from the schoolyard, stripped from t…

by Ahimaz Rajessh A window forks into a door at a bar in Felicity called Codified wherein some codes of life in concert hinge and some other codes not in concert unhinge. Where one wo…

by Christina Dalcher She keeps pieces of past and would-be lovers in jelly jars, crowded on dusty shelves in the root cellar under her front porch. Johnny’s tongue floating in a brine…

by Justin Holliday At the coffee shop I see him turning the page of a book. I don’t read the title but stare at his forearm, adorned with ink vines snaking up to his bicep. His black …

by Steve Carr Sunlight sparkled on the glass jar that lay on its side in white sand. Inside it, Itsy opened her bright blue eyes, yawned, and stretched. The jar was long enough for he…

by Bear Kosik They wore pre-Goth clothes, were confused by hair care products, and hung out in the Gilman coffee shop. They were pretty pleased they weren’t in Iowa, but not completel…

by Richard Knights A man named Skops poured me into his own mouth. I burnt all the way down. I took the fervour that made his pupils shrink and the whites grow, I took his single deep…

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Subterranean Press is widely considered to be among the finest specialty publishers in the horror, suspense, fantasy and dark mystery genres.

Subterranean Press is widely considered to be among the finest specialty publishers in the horror, suspense, fantasy and dark mystery genres.

Subterranean Press is widely considered to be among the finest specialty publishers in the horror, suspense, fantasy and dark mystery genres.