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The Perplexity from a Place Abroad Round Six Amanda Downum The thing which may once have been my uncle reached out for me, stroking again the edge of the mask where it fused with my own flesh. “Will you submit, … Continue reading →

The Perplexity from a Place Abroad Round Five Kyle Muntz “There is a hunger within this room,” said my uncle. “Can you feel it?” He stood behind a penumbra of smoke, two fingers closed around his cigar. In my youth, … Continue reading →

The Perplexity from a Place Abroad Round Four Rand Burgess There I was, standing over Dixion’s ghostly body as the last droplet of blood evaporated. Just outside the window a dove cooed in the metallic purple of sunset. The mask … Continue reading →

The Perplexity from a Place Abroad Round Three Ann K. Schwader Accordingly, I began by transcribing the bottle’s inscription. Although the text was not lengthy – only three lines, deeply incised in a curious spiraling slant — this proved more … Continue reading →

The Perplexity from a Place Abroad Round Two Alistair Rennie The first was an oddly shaped bottle of miniature dimensions, made, I believe, of some kind of admixture of ground quartz and red-colored clay. It was clearly ancient and bore … Continue reading →

Today would have been H. P. Lovecraft’s 124th birthday. Unfortunately, we simply don’t have the resources to bake all of you shoggoth cupcakes, so instead we’d like to offer you a treat of a more literary variety. Author Rand Burgess … Continue reading →