The Arcanist

by Malcolm Twigg

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Really she ought to call them ‘bedroom bugs,’ but it didn’t sound right. Anyway, since the baby one had started sitting on the bed, bed bugs was nearly right. The others…


by Phoebe Wood

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“This is a real job.” Kaylee continued to flick through her feed, acrylic nails clacking against the screen.

“Kay. You come from a long line of respected succubi — ‘advertising’ is below you. By the time I was twenty, I was already seducing your mother.”

“Okay, boomer.” She lined up her next post, a shot of her gazing into direct sunlight, pouting. “#blessed”, she typed. “#cute.”

A thump sounded in the hallway of something landing on the carpet beneath the letterbox.

“Gotta go, Dad.” She…


by Julie Danvers

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Peter had been relieved when Elena agreed to be married at his family’s winery in Sonoma. It was tradition to hold weddings at the estate.

“I’m not sure,” she’d said at first. “Sometimes I wonder if your family likes me.”

“Nonsense! They love you.”

“Be honest. Do they have a problem because I’m El Salvadoran?”

“My family isn’t like that. You’ll see.” His family might be a lot of things, but they weren’t racist.

The wedding was proof enough of that. His parents spared no expense. His sisters welcomed Elena with open arms, relieved…


by Maura Yzmore

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“No. I’m telling you, there’s no one there.” Maddie sounded a bit annoyed, but she was always hangry on our way home from school.

This wasn’t the first time I saw something my older sister couldn’t, though she usually went along with my make-believe. When we were little, our bedroom was filled with fairies and dragons and sparkly unicorns, which I described in painstaking detail so she’d see them in her mind’s eye. Maddie was a wonderful artist, and brought my imagination to the real world through her pencils and watercolors.


by GB Burgess

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Swallowed Glue Brew, Tentia guessed when Heddy didn’t answer the door. Hag Heddy was fond of potion experimentation, but she was less of a master draughter and more of an amateur mixer. Many of her tonics ended up on the verge of demonic.

Whatever the cause of the hag’s disappearance, Tentia needed to get inside the cottage and unmuddle the mess. Heddy’s magic might be less hocus and…


by Corey Farrenkopf

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Grace sat at one of the pentagram’s tips, her four friends filling the others. She wasn’t particularly excited about the prospect of Baphomet erupting from the floor, but she…


by Adri Persad

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“Yes, why is that so hard to believe?” I was lying again, but I was ordinarily good at it. Why did he seem so incredulous and angry today?

“Because,” Gary explained, “I already checked the security footage from the parking lot and saw her car was here for an hour.”

Alright, that explained a lot. Even before I’d started sleeping with his wife, Annie, I hadn’t gotten along well with Gary. It probably had to do with why I began sleeping with her, actually. I certainly wished I had considered…


by Daniel Purcell

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My girlfriend, Chelsea, and I had argued again when she returned home from work. Typical First Relationship Crisis/Meltdown: commitment, compatibility, kids, settling down. It wouldn’t be the last I’d hear of it either.

I waited until Chelsea fell asleep before I went down to the basement. Amongst all the dilapidated boxes, obsolete electrical appliances, old bikes, and…


by Stephen S. Power

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The game switches to her apartment, the mirror of his. She bolts the door, hangs her jacket and bag in the coat closet, and goes into the kitchen. It’s Tuesday, so spaghetti. She fills a pot with not enough water and no salt, then sets it to boil.


by Acacia Johnson

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‘Welcome back to Dimension Industries, Marjorie Fields. The director has a meeting scheduled for all personnel from the customer care department. It begins approximately at 8:00 am,’’ says a feminine Interactive Voice Response.

“Thank you Clarice. Have a good day.”

‘Same to you Ms. Fields.’

Marjorie crosses the lobby as holograms depict Anya, the first reborn, in diverse adverts. ‘Death no longer exists. Cryonic technology has allowed us to resurrect those from the past. And now, we revive those of the present. Please visit our website or call for-’

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