Tag: horror

  • Final Girls – Women Doomed to Live, to Women Made to Survive.

    Final Girls – Women Doomed to Live, to Women Made to Survive.

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    Laiba Faraz
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    The evolution of ‘Final Girls’ in horror films. Grace La Domas trudges down the steps of her husband’s heritage manor and settles herself down. She oversees the courtyard before her – a scenery of immaculately placed wedding seats; devoid of human activity and untouched by the filth she has endured within the last 24 hours…

  • Break Appetit//eyes

    Break Appetit//eyes

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    Zoe Petersen
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    ‘Break Appetit’    What is there to eat when the food runs out? Pad your stomach with the briny gruel of rage.  What is there to feel when hunger gnaws at feeling? Chisel your nerves in the comfort of numbness.  Does human flesh taste like survival? My, what big teeth you have.   ‘eyes’   …

  • Within the Viewfinder

    Within the Viewfinder

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    Adrienne Slattery
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    Marie slips the nail of her ring finger beneath the sleeve of her thick woollen jacket, peeling it back to reveal the watch face. Its little hand paces impatient circles around eight forty-five, collecting frantic seconds. She sighs with frustration, shuffling her boots in the snow. He is fifteen minutes late. The newspaper has tasked…

  • The Magic Joint

    The Magic Joint

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    Kirsten Hammermeister
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    Written by Kirsten Hammermeister and illustrated by Sash Lynch  *This was originally published in the ‘Tertangala: Horror Issue’ (2023)

  • Poo Man

    Poo Man

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    Will Olteanu
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    Poo Man thought he would make a new hat. He had plenty of things to make a hat. He needed a shave too. He had been so involved in his project lately that he was starting to forget to look after himself. Israeli power stations seeped into the afternoon air. The park that Poo Man…

  • The Friend

    The Friend

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    Shay Keats
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    There once was a boy named Craig who was very unfortunate. One of these misfortunes was that his name was Craig, and not something like Daemon, or Link or Zuko (as his fellow classmates were named). Other misfortunes involved said classmates with whom he went to school, and if he were to really pity himself…

  • Served

    Served

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    Kirsten Hammermeister
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    Tonight, I am ethereal, and I glow. With a midnight blue light stretching across my skin, I am an alien. Tonight, you ask for a shot and a cocktail and a cigarette and a resurrection of your soul. And tonight, I am a human-like alien. In a bar, in the rushed streets of nightlife Melbourne.…

  • Roadkill

    Roadkill

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    The Tert
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    it’s fresh when I pass it by guts glistening in the dim headlights, a red smear of viscera across the dewy morning concrete. as I try and fail to not let my eyes linger, i wonder if, like me, you had a destination in mind.   i see you from around the bend, misshapen lump…

  • Strawberry Blonde

    Strawberry Blonde

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    The Tert
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    TW: Pedophilia  By Chloe Payne The shit and piss soaked rug burns into my nostril hairs late in the night. It gurgles and splutters lively out of its host — before setting into a burgundy crisp mess on the wooden floor panels. Crimson specs can be seen on an orange left alone. I begin to…