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Friday’s Forgotten Books: Tribal Screams by Owl Goingback

There are a number of short stories gathered in this horror collection, and they cover a wide range of subject matter. Like the best horror stories, they offer a mix of catalysts, problems and outcomes, and they are all distinct and captivating. Whether you’re reading about a young man who is doing something foolish in...

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Fiction: The Koi Empress by Nyla Bright

by Nyla Bright The sight of the two-foot-long golden koi in the grip of a snake was horrifying. Alexandria’s mother had told her some of the fish in her grandmother’s pond were worth as much as a car. “And,” she had said, “there is a goldfish that is priceless. Watch out for that one.”  The...

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Fiction: Death Friend by Nora Bailey

I died for the sixth time on the night of my thirtieth birthday. It was highly annoying—after making it through my whole twenties alive, it had been too easy to think that I’d finally become normal. Damn, I can just hear my mother now. “What is normal and who says so anyway?” Okay, fine. But...

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Fiction: The Witch

by M.C. St. John Image by 이정임 lee from Pixabay  The boys ran through the village, between the cabins and around the woodpiles, kicking up yellow and orange and brown leaves. Chickens scattered. Cows lowed. Two men chopping wood stopped their axes to watch the chase, the blur of woolen coats, peaked hats, and buckled...

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Rigor Morbid

On October 20, 2019 Bronzeville’s first anthology ebook, Rigor Morbid: Lest Ye Become, will be on sale. A collection 12 chilling horror stories. Is what you should fear the most who you are, or what you could become? The anthology leads with Hailey Piper’s The Law of Conservation of Death, which is available to read...

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Fiction: Stepping Stones

Short Fiction by Neil Plakcy Content Warning: This story addresses sexual abuse and may be difficult for some individuals to read. It took me a long time to figure out, but I finally understand why my stepfather married my mother. It was for me. When Richie came into our lives, I was twelve, and my...

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Fiction: The Ring Walkers

by Caroline Misner We didn’t cast them in the role of invaders when they first arrived. At the time, the concept of an invasion was foreign to us. They were our guests from the other ring, invited by the Elders, to exchange knowledge and culture and ideas. After all, they looked so much like us:...