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WE’RE ACCEPTING PHOTOGRAPHY AND ARTWORK SUBMISSIONS FROM JANUARY 1, 2019 12:00 AM (EST) TO MARCH 31, 2019 11:59 PM (EST)! The theme for Vol 2 | Issue 1 | Spring 2019 is INTERSECTION We are looking for 5 – 6 pieces for both cover and interior. Photo essays also welcome. Please provide print quality .jpeg
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
I am jealous of Sleeping Beauty, because she gets to Sleep forever. She can Bypass the dreaded Small Talk that comes with existing. She can Ignore the Social Cues and Vocal Inflections that tell me I am Wrong. She gets to spend her days Living in a fantasy. One where she is the Main Character.
It’s the hottest day in July, but it’s not the sun that’s making me sweat. It’s a man. I’m alone in a park and a grizzled, smoking stranger in a dirty t-shirt is staring at me. He’s shifty. Nervous. Standing in the grass off to my left. Staring when he thinks I’m not looking. Shifting
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/
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