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Born – Breathing – Bound by Jasmin Kirkbride

Some time after I had begun to read the human books, we had a tome come through that was the size of my palm and three pages long, with just two sentences written on each […]

Jan, 31

Lobster by Emily Iannuzzelli

The first morning without Lobster is glorious, at first. After months buried beneath barking, Sunday sounds like itself again. I sleep. Then, instead of continued silence, instead of barking, I hear frantic cries, like self-propelled […]

Oct, 18

Prose Editor Vacancy – Apply by 18th October

Cadaverine Magazine is looking for a creative, committed individual with an ear for great storytelling and an eye for delicious prose to join their team as Prose Editor.   Cadaverine is a non-profit online magazine […]

Sep, 06
Those are my own legs that are making the sand beneath rise in a muddy cloud around my shins and that’s my own team of rings spreading all kindly around me and welcoming me into the world of water, and my giant feet which I can no longer see that are making these tiny fish dash away in fear.

Lake Fearglass by Mark O’Donoghue

Those are my own legs that are making the sand beneath rise in a muddy cloud around my shins and that’s my own team of rings spreading all kindly around me and welcoming me into the world of water, and my giant feet which I can no longer see that are making these tiny fish dash away in fear.

Apr, 24
We both order the steak; his theatrically blue, mine unfashionably well-done because if I had the taste for raw muscle I would not be marrying somebody with biceps like limp cow pats. I would be marrying a fruity god with arms like ripe nectarines.

The Foodie by Eve Stepney

We both order the steak; his theatrically blue, mine unfashionably well-done because if I had the taste for raw muscle I would not be marrying somebody with biceps like limp cow pats. I would be marrying a fruity god with arms like ripe nectarines.

Mar, 24
The wife slowly and cautiously bends down and begins sorting through the papers, one by one. They are letters.

Unholy Mess by Parker Desautell

The wife slowly and cautiously bends down and begins sorting through the papers, one by one. They are letters.

Feb, 11

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