Tag: horror issue

  • Familiarity

    Familiarity

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    The Tert
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    I know those eyes. The cold unfeeling blue. I know that malicious smile. The grinding and retching of the teeth. I know those freckles. The splattered pattern like a bleach stained dress. The blonde hair. The gaunt cheeks. The vacant stare. I know those features. Because they are features of me. I slowly reach out…

  • We Need a Pianist

    We Need a Pianist

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    Shay Keats
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    I arrive at the Pavilion at 7:30pm in my best maroon suit. Stressing about my fingers. I’ve parked, engine’s off. Unfurl my fingers, staring, and thinking, they’re not broken anymore, and there won’t be an accident tonight that changes that. So, I go inside. The Pavilion is one of those old and grand buildings that’s…

  • Bonding

    Bonding

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    Kirsten Hammermeister
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    I. In the deep woods, the decaying and overgrown world, the twisted vines snap, frail from whips of wind. I am consumed, by the hollowness of the night. Here lie the crystals, the mild candlelight and my sacrifice – a bloody, fluffy bunny. Crafted cantations carved from my carnal craze. Cracking call ringing in the…

  • Ardent Spirits

    Ardent Spirits

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    Will Olteanu
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    The effects of ardent spirits upon the human body and mind: Obstruction of the liver, Jaundice and dropsy of every cavity in the body, Diabetes,   Voices, music. Now the empty street footsteps and an empty bottle.   Falsehood,  fraud,  theft,  and murder,   An overpass. The tangled veins of the city below. A car…

  • Doomsday, Man

    Doomsday, Man

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    Zoe Petersen
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    I’m no blushing bride when it comes to a good snog sesh, but someone’s stank ass breath can really kill the vibe.      This gaping maw throws an absolute rancid gush of air at me, landing like a wet sock across my cheek. I am not breathing that. Not chill, dude. Their little liver-purple tongue is…

  • The Ghost of Mount Keira

    The Ghost of Mount Keira

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    The Tert
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    By Max Mandile Mount Keira harbours dark secrets. I’ve often felt a sense of unease in the area… a sense of wonderment. Living so close to it, I would often hear strange noises echo from the mountain and would see weird things occur when summiting the mountain at night (once the sky even glowed orange, visible…

  • Witch

    Witch

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    The Tert
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    I am the woman who disappeared into the mist in her last life, The one who ran off the lip of the cliff, And whose body was never found at the bottom, They call me witch, with a hiss. They nudge me towards damnation, And I go with long strides, And a smile, For hell…

  • Spooky101

    Spooky101

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    Bailey Burgin
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    For the Spooky Edition, I’ve decided to shine a light on the members of our uni’s Spooky community. While they might be easy to miss, they’re just as passionate about their futures as us. For example; the late Jayden Harris. Jayden joined the Spooky community shortly after getting lost in Building 19. Shaken and out…

  • Bad Boys Get the Dark

    Bad Boys Get the Dark

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    The Tert
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    By Jacob Wood When the Dark was in control, Lester had little idea of his surroundings; could see nothing but shifting shadows. For brief moments at a time he could hear fevered shuffling, the scraping of harsh blades and a horrid stench that came over him in fetid waves. For the first time, though, he…