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Bloody Granite
By Jess Sentgeorge Photo by Anna Shevchuk Soft raindrops pelted down on the freshly upturned soil below a marbled headstone where “James Cranshaw, Loving Father and Husband” was inscribed. The undertaker, swathed in black, adjusted the lapels on his achromatic dark wool coat. He was an older gentleman, well into his fifties, with flecks of silver starting to appear in his immaculate slide rule moustache. His mirthless, coal black eyes roved over the cemetery. After thirty-seven years, the eerie aura of the boneyard had lost much of its luster. The metallic tang of stone in the air coupled with the clean detoxifying scent of rain was permeated by the pungent…
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Downpour
By Austin Gray Cults come with some serious downsides. Dart had been aware of that going in, but hethought most of those problems were for the followers. Yet, here he stood, ankle-deep in waterand pig shit trying to stop the rain. It started two weeks ago, harmless and calming rain. Afterthree ceaseless days, the basements of the complex began to flood. Several of his disciples hadlost their food stores before they even realized the problem. Being the speaker of the God—theinflection of ‘the’ showing his divine supremacy over lesser religions—meant that he had thepower of ultimate sight, and as such he should have been able to foresee the loss of…
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Smart Prey
by Fatu Pombor The wind pierces her skin as her feet slip outwards onto the wet cool leaves. She is running, running somewhere, running nowhere, her mind doesn’t seem to know as she gets deeper into the woods. It’s dark, though the midnight sky is filled with swirls of lilac, sapphire, and amber. Only lit by the glow of the moon that drips its light onto the cold hard surface, leaving soft flickers of kisses against her warm alabaster skin. The air is sticky and filled with steam. It’s only a matter of time before he comes for me, she thinks to herself. She decides to run faster. The cold…
