WE’RE ACCEPTING SUBMISSIONS FROM NOVEMBER 1, 2018 12:00 AM (EST) TO DECEMBER 15, 2018 11:59 PM (EST)! We are looking for insightful and unique personal essays and non-fiction pieces for website publication (1,000 to 2,000). Don’t forget – mental health related! SUBMIT HERE! We are, unfortunately, charging a $6.00 CDN fee to submit. We’re so

Level 1 The Onyx Kingdom’s namesake gemstone has been stolen from the royal treasury, and Queen Mariel has ordered you — her top ninja — to hunt down the thief and retrieve it! Make your way through the labyrinthine castle corridors to the front gate, fighting spiders and mice, and avoiding the inept Wizard Razzlebeard

The Pastry Case Working in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside, I learned a lot about free food. According to the 2015 Census the median household income is far below the poverty line. After rent is paid, people on welfare live on approximately $19 a week. There is free food throughout the neighbourhood and its prevalence might seem

Paul Edward Costa has published over fifty stories, articles, and poems in periodicals such as Aphelion: The Webzine of Science Fiction and Fantasy, Gyroscope Review, and Entropy Magazine. His novella Dark Magic on the Edge of Town is available on Amazon from Paperback-Press. Follow Paul: @paul_e_costa and https://m.facebook.com/PaulEdwardCosta/

He lay on the silver gurney, in the dark of the nuclear medicine department, snoring like a tin-pot orchestra. I entered the chilly room, wondering if I would soon glow in its blue light, the childhood nicks on my bones, the metal stays from surgeries, and whatever stealthy, insidious growths of which I was cheerfully

We’re growing! We are looking for fiction and non-fiction/memoir (1,000 to 3,000) of any genre and poetry (no more than 40 lines) that is related to mental health, in theme, subject matter, characterization, whatever “mental health” means to you. Please email submissions to contact@altmindsliterarymagazine.com. Rules for Submissions You are allowed to submit as many times

When you grow up in a hurricane there is no calm in the eye of a storm. Silence descends, it blankets, but you – you are still a creature of fine-tuned muscles from navigating gale force winds. Though the breeze is as gentle as the sigh of a summer night, you’ll walk with a shoulder-hunched