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			The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters, Francisco Goya (1799)   Hello everyone, Thank you for the support. We are going to be closing monthly submissions Sunday, June 7th to get caught up on reading. We hope to open monthly submissions again soon. Thank you! -Gravedigger === Submissions for our monthly postings close June 7th Starting…
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	Time machine forged of ice frozen days gone today boils away strange mists of yet to be combined circuitry and steel Volta’s great gift the battery excites offerings, babe or granny variances from the range of our lives ignore their screams as bodies crisp and char dials spin a dervish dance tuning somewhen, future or…

	


			
				


	
	

	      Anton Violazzi is the author of the forthcoming Mortenary (2021). He lives in the mountains of the Carolinas.

	


			
				


		
	
	
	

	Director’s Cut by R D Doan Monty could almost taste the blood that needed to be spilled. His skin crawled with anticipation, but he was trapped in his director’s seat filming yet another abhorrent take in what should be the last scene in his first feature film. They’d reshot this scene at least a dozen…

	


			
				


		
	
	
	

	Fatsy Noodles by Robert Kostanczuk   And so it came to be that Nan and Kix ended up at the godforsaken Destree barn. The descent into night, the whipping rain and their frantic plight had brought them there. As the thunder roared and rumbled outside, the partners in crime caught their breath and gathered their…

	


			
				


		
	
	
	

	Before the Gingerbread Stales by Matt Athanasiou   The gingerbread man cooled on a wax sheet. Georgia’s thumb skimmed over the scissors she had cut wrapping paper with. A snip-snip, and tlick-tlick would go the little man’s arms and legs on the tabletop—but it was just gingerbread, of no harm to her like real men.…

	


			
				


		
	
	
	

	Tick Tock Goes the Clock by Lisa Brand Every passing day I notice my eyes drifting to the clock. I want it to be another hour, another day, just not the time it is now. Humans are impatient like that, I suppose. We wish to control time. We all have wanted to control time at…

	


			
				


	
	

	Exorcismos by Christopher E. Ikpoh 15th Century Italy – Convent located 52 miles outside of Rome The nun’s bedroom used to be quaint, yet, beautiful. The original wood comprising the architecture inside the home was rich and healthy once. The glass in the windows was perfectly clear as if it were not present. The furniture…

	


			
				
	
		
		

	    
	