We have amazing news! We are now a registered non-profit magazine! Why you may ask?  One reason: we want to give back. We aren’t in this to make loads of money. We just want to sustain and grow this wonderful momentum and that includes helping the beautiful writing and mental health communities who have welcomed

I let a mosquito suck me dry. It started in the most unspectacular way possible. I sat at my desk, as I did most evenings; suspended over an unfinished sentence. I let my hand come to rest at the end of the page after violently scraping my pencil across a line of my own words.

People experience depression differently. Some people have the energy to carry on daily activities while others can’t even manage to get out of bed or home. I’m the latter. I will lie still in bed, or on other surfaces for hours and stare at whatever that is close to me. Things seem enlarged and more

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

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/

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