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Feb. 2025 (Issue 149)

We have original short fiction from Dan Stintzi (“God of the Black Moon”) and Kelsea Yu (“In Our Skin”). Our Horror Lab originals include a poem (“in your mind they still dance”) from Ariya Bandy and a flash (“The Sound a Rabbit Might Make”) from Bruce McAllister. Neil McRobert brings us our first installment of our “Plumbing the Depths” column. Priya Chand talks about being buried alive in the “The H Word,” we have plus author spotlights with our authors.

Feb. 2025 (Issue 149)

Editorial

Editorial: February 2025

There’s a special kind of darkness in each of this issue’s pieces that is made out of both our struggle to understand each other and our failures to be what other people want us to be. It’s art that feels like sunshine on what the meteorologist predicted would be the worst day of the year—or vice versa.

Fiction

God of the Black Moon

Sam met Haley at a house party in the suburbs where everyone hung out in the basement, smoking inside and listening to a band called Belladonna play songs that lasted seven minutes. Sam was drunk and high on psychedelic mushrooms. To him, the basement had the quality of a bomb shelter; the world outside had been turned to ash. He didn’t mind this idea.

Author Spotlight

Fiction

The Sound a Rabbit Might Make

Inspiration: A relationship—everything but the drill.

Nonfiction

The H Word: We Don’t Bury People Alive Anymore

Anyone who’s read Edgar Allan Poe knows that he was fascinated—alongside many others of his era—by the prospect of premature burial. It’s not hard to imagine why: prior to modern imaging equipment, and particularly in Western traditions where corpses were buried intact, a person could, at the hand of their own well-meaning family, end up interred and helpless.

Fiction

In Our Skin

Mother’s blade slides into the soft skin at the nape of my neck, sharp and eager. She doesn’t falter the way she does when it’s Maddy’s turn. No cooing or crying. No reassurances as she slices through the spot where—no matter how brief a time Mother lets me stay Awake—my skin fuses to our underbody.

Author Spotlight

Poetry

in your mind, they still dance

What is storytelling if not our duty to necromancy? Our duty to bring life to ashes? This poem was largely inspired by society’s response to The Dancing Plague of 1518, a notable instance of the virus-like phenomenon of people frantically dancing themselves to collapse and even death. To this day, no one knows what caused these outbreaks, yet, centuries later, its nebulous and horrific occurrence continues to call scholars and artists to reanimate history into a mirror of the present.

Nonfiction

Plumbing the Depths: Survival and Adventure Horror

Because all horror stories are about survival, aren’t they? It’s the shadow cast at the heart of the genre. The thing in the dark, in the closet, under our beds; the thing with the knife, the teeth . . . or the roaring chainsaw—they are all just different costumes draped upon the same bony shoulders. Death, that’s what’s wearing the shroud, and no one survives its slow pursuit forever.

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