APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL
Kevin – not his real name – won a contest. It was one of those contests for kids where you color in a picture, in this case of a mermaid under the sea surrounded by all the usual under the sea things, and then you send it to a panel of judges and the best one gets … GO TO HELL, KEVIN
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Kim K shows off new weight after BARELY SQUEEZING into Marilyn Monroe’s JFK dress THE NEW EUROPEANS: INSANE FASHION TREND in GERMANY involves CUTTING OFF ONE’S FINGERS and REPLACING THEM WITH PLASTIC TUBING DERANGED SEX PERVERT tackles LONE WOMAN in NEW YORK CITY: NO RESPONSE from MAYOR ADAMS THE “PRYCE” IS RIGHT: Jonathan Pryce’s new … THE DAILY MAIL: ENDTIMES EDITION
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Excerpted from Escape Philosophy: Journeys Beyond the Human Body by Roy Christopher, out via punctum books “I wish I could peel away your humid, human skin And attach you to me, parasitically.” — Milemarker, “Insect Incest” “The body, like most things, is a tool. The body’s morality depends on its user. The body’s morality is … BODY: THE ROOT OF ALL PEOPLE
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Maxwell stood alone at the abandoned bus stop. Wind blew across the thin fabric of his hospital gown, raising goose bumps along his exposed skin. Across the empty street, the old church sat in shadows, and the bell atop its steeple rang out, echoing into the night. Twelve times the bell rang, and Maxwell listened, … A TICKET FOR THE NIGHT BUS
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The man was grabbed off of a street corner in broad daylight. He was a large man with big hands, spectacles, and a mustache. He did not necessarily look like trouble, but inside he was certainly troubled. His name was Dr. Francis Sweeney, and on that afternoon in August 1938, he was kidnapped and brought … THE LOVE SONG OF ELIOT NESS
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The locker room’s dark. He’s warmed up and washed out. 36. Clicks his airpods to ignore the loudspeaker’s biography. Oughta do it. Daniel McCombs, Junior, was born January 16th, 1987. He wasn’t sure what his vocation would be, he just liked boxing. “There was a zen to hitting mitts–” from the polite, encouraging jab from … ROCK ‘EM SOCK ‘EM CTE
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My name is Chris Junar. What would you like me to do today? I can do many things. I am gifted in the fields of deception, endurance, and extrapolation. My special skills include speaking to you while rotating the base of my lower spine. This precise movement has been known to induce a hallucinatory, dissociative … LONG LIVE A FORGOTTEN KING
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The Unholy Three from My Hometown I love my hometown. There are many like it, but this town is mine. No, I will not go into specifics. My hometown is neither a hick’s hamlet nor a major metropolis. It is neither big nor small. Like Goldilocks and her pursuit of the perfect porridge, my hometown … LIMINAL TYPES & LOWLIFES
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I. THE SPECIALIST That girl washed up in St. Clair last night, frozen stiff and light as the snow we dragged her through. Her mouth was locked into a gasp, baby teeth pink from asphyxia, wide eyes gone bruise-toned and milky. I knew from that first glimpse on the riverbank that it was her. Even … LITTLE MISS MISSING
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Though I cannot be sure of the events that shall transpire after I complete this account, I believe it is prudent to detail the happenings experienced firsthand in the last few days. It shall no doubt appear to be a fantastic tale, but should the horror pervading this small, sleepy town of Bridgeway continue, I … SPORES