By Alex McGinty Creaking joints and spirits grey, Lay dark tablets down this day. Taught of Cthulhu, you must know, As above, so below. Like snarling tomcat, filled with hate, The wicked must accept their fate. With examination of hollow love, As below, so above. The coven dances on the hill, Spreading dread, fear, doom, … More So Below
Last year we had a collaborative session with Art Soc where we used each other’s work to spark inspiration. Here Meru Yale drew this hilarious octopus from Ravi Kakkad’s writing . Writing by Ravi Kakkad Art by Meru Yale The octopus is wasted. With one tentacle wrapped around a bottle of vodka and three holding shot … More A Relatable Octopus
By Ravi Kakkad The world ripples. I am afraid. Everything was normal a moment ago. Black and white and all the shades of grey. The sky was lighter with the joy of summer, the grass a bit darker, a bit deeper, and his eyes were a living greyscale. They were beautiful. Now, the sky is … More Ripples in the Grey
By Ed Wallace Don’t go into the woods. Don’t go into the woods. Don’t go into the woods. The words your mother always spoke to you were echoed by your stepmother after her. The wisdom of a thousand wives tales. One would think they would gain reverence from one the stories teach to hate. Don’t … More Don’t go into the woods
By Ravi Kakkad Callum doesn’t stand in a forest, nor in a graveyard, nor in a foggy field at midnight. He sits in his bedroom, watching a fanged smile slip from the face of the boy in front of him. The boy, Isaac, begins to shake as Callum whispers a single, cursed word. “Uno.” Isaac … More Soul Hunter
By Ed Wallace The soft light of the cool autumn sun fades as it bathes the feast, the last of the winds give gentle caresses to leaves all the colours of flame. All the fallen fruit has been gathered and the mighty storms recede for another season. A time for food and feast, tale and … More The Butterfly, the Whale and the Pineapple
By Joe Paternoster “You’re such a fucking hoe,” I growl, as I impale my foot with the haunting metal tool, having been relentlessly hoeing the soil below. In unrelenting agony, I collapse onto the floor with all the grace of an elephant, and find that I’ve unfortunately slit an artery. Blood begins to fill my … More You’re Such a F*cking Hoe
By Liam Martin They walked side-by-side under the blanket of midnight. A man and a woman, both cloaked. They kept from the paths of civilisation, instead going over fields and through dells. “But they have lost faith in what they once held sacred,” Ouranos said. “They have forgotten the undying balances that govern life; they … More The Old Ways
By Phillip Townsley It looks like I burned all me potatoes again. That’s the fourth time this week. Ma said it’s not me fault. She said it’s summat to do with the stove bein all wrong, like somehow it’s hotter than it ses it is. But she ses a lot of things, does me Ma, … More Don’t Know Much
By Matthew Bird It was a cold bright day in April and my grandmother exploded. “Call me Ismael,” the coroner said. “It is a truth universally acknowledged that exploded grandmothers are dead grandmothers. Consider the tortoise. It too would be dead were it in many many pieces.” It did not fill me with comfort, but … More Beginnings
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