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Better Than Nightmares-Fiction by Doug Hawley
Page One Four One-Fiction by A. F. Knott
The Devil You Know-Fiction by Gary Lovisi
Cabin Fever-Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
Ramona's House-Fiction by Kenneth James Crist
Visitation-Fiction by Henry Simpson
The Night Driver and the Injured Man-Fiction by Roy Dorman
They Both had Guns-Fiction by Jeremiah Minihan
The Earl of Redcrest-Fiction by Ashley Bailey
Black Cat-Fiction by Stephen Tillman
A Place for Grandpa-Fiction by Paul Smith
Away from Home-Fiction by Bruce Costello
Dolls-Fiction by R. Peralaz
Bright Eyes-Flash Fiction by Jon Park
Heart Attack-Flash Fiction by Rick McQuiston
A Turn for the Worse-Flash Fiction by Maria Espinosa
Rain-Flash Fiction by J. Brooke
Specter-Poem by Chad Haskins
Blue Ghost-Poem by Michael Keshigian
Unfathomable Rhapsody of Psychosis-Poem by Dr. Mel Waldman
Late, Late-Poem by J. L. Hoy
One for the Road, I Guess-Poem by Jennifer Lemming
Edge of Nowhere-Poem by Robert Beveridge
Summit-Poem by Robert Beveridge
Three Tenses-Poem by Meg Baird
Caution-Poem by Meg Baird
Honeysuckle Breeze-Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen
Old Crow and I-Peom by ayaz daryl nielsen
Moments-Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen
Developing Land-Poem by Alan Catlin
Sideshow Freaks-Poem by Alan Catlin
Insomnia-Poem by Alan Catlin
Without-Poem by John Grey
Graveyard Stroll-Poem by John Grey
The Two of Us-Poem by John Grey
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Angel of Manslaughter
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Strange Gardens
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Calpurnia's Window
No Place Like Home
Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

Art by Daniel Valentin 2018



by Chad Haskins


I’ve got them in my sight—

a witch, a big cop and a little cop.

The big cop has a golden

gun and a sparkling badge.

The little toddler cop, I guess, is

supposed to look like the other,

but the familiar nose, eyes,

hair, and face don’t match.


About 2 years and 9 months

ago she made love to me,

and said she wanted to

marry me. The next day she

left, and I never saw her again,

until now—having driven

1100 miles to find out for sure

what I always suspected. . . .

She wanted a baby for herself

and her 30-year-older sugar daddy,

but she never loved me like she said.


I’m scribbling all this down now,

still holding my rifle in the other—

See Babe—I am talented!

Hope you get those fucking plastic

Jack-O’Lantern candy holders

filled up with something tasty,

like SweeTarts.


And if you read this note someday,

you will already know I didn’t ruin

your Halloween tonight or try to step

into the life you stole from me—I became

the goddamn lonely ghost you created

me to be . . . the one that doesn’t haunt you,

even if he tried.

Chad Haskins lives in Georgia. Chad enjoys reading crime fiction and horror stories. He also likes to go fishing and is a Bob Dylan music fan. Chad's writing has appeared, or is forthcoming, in a few places, including The 5-2, Yellow Mama, Coffin Bell Journal, The Horror Zine, The Flash Fiction Offensive, The Citron Review, and Golden Sparrow Literary Review.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2018