By H. M. GarberKyt Dotson’s third volume, Incantations of Incarnations, consists of three more chapters of her “Mill Avenue Vexations”: Kel the Bosh, Incantations of Incarnation, and Friday Night on the Ave.

The first chapter of this volume is titled Kel the Bosh, which is Romani (Gypsy) for “play the fiddle.” In this chapter, we follow Darlene, the fourth ritualist, as she prepares for her violin concert. Megan delivers Richard’s message to Vex (and Nathan). In Incantations of Incarnation, Darlene and Vex (and several uninvolved bystanders) are caught in a wave of eerie magic that flows from Darlene’s violin concert. Vex must literally face down her inner demons if she is to make any headway at stopping the darkness that we know is coming. In Friday Night on the Ave, Vex and Patrick are reunited, but the malevolent force stalking the campus claims another victim.

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By: J.R. Chambers

You mortals always say, “Time heals all wounds.” How charming, indeed, but even an insect knows time is an indifferent companion. There with you as you are born, and there with you as your corpse is thrown into the cold earth. I suppose I should tell you that Gaia no longer cares to take your kin back to her womb; your mythology regarding her is long out of date. Full Story »

© 1993 by James F. Howard

There was just over an hour until midnight. I was going to my attic to retrieve the clock key. The door I approached began to swell and warp. I thought I must be having a flashback from my earlier years, and if I were to just ride it out for a second or two my sense of space-time would fall back into a safe and sober perspective. But the warping did not cease. A strobing blue glow was piercing the seams of the portal. Full Story »

By H. M. Garber

Brent assumed the secret belonged solely to his family. He presumed that his cousin Viktor, a vampire who changed Brent into Vampyr because Brent was dying, remained the last of his kind. Viktor told many tales of his isolated, lonely existence and how he needed family with him to ease his burden of immortality. He concluded that Viktor was a law unto himself, a dark force of nature, free of all constraints except those which he chose for himself. Full Story »

By H. M. Garber

Kyt Dotson’s second volume consists of three more chapters of her “Mill Avenue Vexations”: The Calm Before, The Wanton Wand, and The Hanged Man. Full Story »

By: H.M. Garber

The yellowed walls, peeling paint and cracked molding appeared sinister. Brent felt his body decaying like the old mansion. He existed here with only Aunt Agnes and his private nurse, Robyn. Abandoned by the rest of his family, Brent wondered how his parents or even his sister justified leaving him at eleven years of age. Yes they supported him financially but never visited, called or even sent flowers. He didn’t know if they were alive or dead, and sometimes wondered why he still cared. Full Story »

By: Vittoria Minyaliel Berger- Hoff

Misty rivers,
Floating by, never ending,
Never beginning.

Fleeting dreams -
A memory
Of days and beauty
Never to end. Full Story »

By: Bob “Humane Pain” Zox

Another foggy, cold night at the cemetery, the fog hugging close to the ground, with inky blackness above, but tonight…Tonight was Valentine’s Day night.

A dark green Cadillac pulled into the familiar, black gated driveway. He had taken her out to dinner, and now at ten o’clock, they had come to their favorite, secluded sanctuary. As the car lights were shutting off, the car doors opened. They got out, he wearing his black trench coat against the cold, she in her shining black leather jacket with her collar turned up against the moisture. This night, they held hands as they slowly walked the familiar path under the black iron and vine entwined archway entrance to the home of No Problems. Full Story »

By: Bob Zox

The car pulled into the foggy cemetery driveway at four-thirty in the morning. The
gate was locked, but the young man parked anyway, no one would be around until at
least seven. He and his love liked to come here, the familiar place, and familiar
memories here comforted them, a stable, unchanging place in an unpredictable and
disappointing world.

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By: Stephanie

Its not felt, only seen,
by those who long for its touch,
and what was delt was obscene,
i never cared that much,
it was nothing but the end,
of a world that turned to wrong
and now paying for our sins,
we belong here.

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By: Vittoria Minyaliel Berger-Hoff

Fog swirling,
reliving my lost dreams.
In the lake a fish is seen,
it swims, lost, through the endless dark.
Eerie

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By: David Phillips

I have been doing some soul searching, or rather, soul identifying of late. Like an immigrant witnessing his borough melting under the heat of assimilation I see my community, the only community I am proud to count myself amongst, suffused with normality. Confronting me is the question, “What is Goth to me?”

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By: Casanova Shamdil

She waits for her victims to come present. The beautiful cemeteries’ cold mist filled the spot on her pale face. She wishes not to kill; but more to love. She cannot love, for what she is a specimen of human off spring-yet to be discovered by the technology unknown. Behind the tree in the graveyard she waits, and finally, she spots a boy. The boy was about the age in his mid teens, approaching adulthood; he visits his father’s grave in mourning. Alcoholism killed him, and he continues to weep, so many people do not understand him. She watches, clad in black as he is, but she had the feeling at first sight that he was different. Yes he, visiting his fathers fameless grave. It had been there for years. How she knows this, she reads the blood of humans with her mind, yet not the same as tasting the delicious blood.

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By: Elizabeth Winters

She sat by the simple fire pit, night cold and quiet about her. The others around her chatting in hushed voices, but she was alone in her thoughts. The flames illuminating her face brought her memory back to long before the end, before the war, before the Gods had descended, even before her transformation. It was a night, as any other, yet entirely singular in experience. She realized it had been precisely 8 years since that night, but she remembered it to every last detail. It was most certainly a night she would never forget.

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