The Break-Up

The Bethany Arms. The kind of place where they keep a donkey inside a barb-wire enclosure. Chickens chased each other through the rising dust. “Do you think that’s our supper?” said Jean, trying to make me laugh. She’d spent the trip sulking. We were on our way to see my dying father and I could […]

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Drowned Rat

Hello there, I’m Dylan! I’m a genderfluid queer artist with a love for vibrant colors mixed with disgusting or unsettling visuals. I like to pull from my dreams and nightmares to create my horror pieces, and this illustration is no different. I have been having a lot of dreams involving rodents and the feeling of […]

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Ox, Ox, Ox

Before leaving, Val’s mother went to her room, kissed her twice on the cheeks, and once on the forehead. Call me if you need something, she said, brushing her daughter’s tight curls with her fingertips, anything. Val groaned. I’m not dying, she argued, but only received more kisses in return. I only broke a couple […]

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