Writing and Art by Dion Overtoun
“We are unforgivable, you know,” he says, hands washed clean, clothes straightened, not a hair out of place. I cannot help but see through it, and remember what he looked like only moments before. Wild and filthy with violence, flush with monstrosity. The truth of him laid bare. “You most of all.” He dries his […]
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With the business of the werewolves (somewhat) put behind him, Gavin puts his focus on newer, more important goals… only to get sucked into yet more Supernatural Nonsense when his new job brings him face to face with inner-city intrigue and mysterious vampires. Why does Cho-rong care if Finley, by all accounts a feral nobody […]
Read MoreSunlight glared off the only boat in the mountain lake. A few yards away was the island that might have saved the passengers, maybe even the captain if they were especially quick and steel-nerved. As it was, the boaters who’d been brash enough to dare the water thirty minutes ago huddled on deck, unable to […]
Read MoreI came up behind him on silent feet. Or maybe not? I wasn’t listening to my own footsteps, it was too far gone for that, too deep, all I could really hear was the beating heart. Awash in raw, unfiltered sensation like a sea of boiling glass. Grating on my skin and fire in my […]
Read MoreCajoling gave way to pleading which, in its time, evolved into something just short of blackmail. Ronnie wasn’t surprised that it got so bad. She hoped at first it wouldn’t, that eventually, Bill would get tired of pounding his head against the stone wall of her denial and just let it die. He had pretended […]
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The moon is fat and yellow like a great big cat’s eye up over all the rooftops, which means that Papa will be home soon. He comes at night, at night only, and on nights like this, with big fat moons and bright stars, he expects dinner. All the other children say their fathers expect […]
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“But what doesn’t make any sense to me,” Dad began, “is what’s causing it!” Thus began a long search through the house. They dug up the pipes, but they were in good condition, not leeching copper or lead, or letting some outside pollutant in. They threw away every caustic household cleaner they had, and the […]
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I love being Texan! Sure, the state can be a massive fuck-up and a lot of the people are assholes, but I love it here. I’m grateful that I was born here, and I know it shaped a lot of who I am as a person. Here, from a native Texan, have some pertinent […]
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I’ve written a book. No, really, I have! I promise. Need proof? Here: an excerpt from near the beginning. Dorothy Brightwater, the protagonist, and her two friends come back from investigating one of the sheep mutilations plaguing their tiny seaside village Almost no one in Brightwater had a personal computer. There were three in […]
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Forty-eight years ago, we were visited by the little creatures. Nobody got hurt, not when they first showed up. Instead, they brought all of us patients down from the hospital into these… these tunnels they’d built, connected to our hospital through the basement. There were miles of them! Lit from sources I couldn’t make out, […]
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Frightful/Filthy 