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Mothers and Sons by Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri

Every year, I wrote stories for the competition, as my mother had. And yearly, the magazine published vampires fluent in metaphors. Zombies measuring syllables in flesh. I wrote about mothers and sons. Abandonment. They weren’t autobiographical, even though my sisters raised me, and Mother drifted like the tide. I was simply drawn to darkness. * This…

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This Is Horror Award Nomination!

Lovely CC readers, Our beloved founding editor, H. L. Nelson, co-edited a dark fiction short story anthology entitled Choose Wisely: 35 Women Up to No Good (Upper Rubber Boot Books), with stories by Joyce Carol Oates, Aimee Bender, Diane Cook, and 33 other fearless women writers. We are pleased to announce that it has received a…

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New Year, New Member(ship)

Lovely CC Readers, Happy Year 2016! Here at the farm, we partied like it was 1999! (We’re really dating ourselves with that reference.) The cows are ready to BRING IT ON this year with their usual fare of kickass flash fiction, the scary story contest, and additional interviews with badass writers. To usher in the new…

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Taking That Flying Leap—An Interview with Bud Smith

F 250, a new novel by Cease, Cows contributor Bud Smith, is a lively comic romp, a love story about characters making the often difficult transition to adulthood. Check out Bud’s website, and pick up a copy of his book at your favorite online book store. His story, “A Bag of Chips,” was published by CC in…

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The Beneath Blight by Jamie McFaden

In January of her senior year at college, Sophie discovered jagged bits of flesh blossoming from her vagina. She rubbed her hand over the space in the shower, feeling the burls that had sprouted from front to back. Her worst enemy in high school had contracted genital herpes from fucking the boys who returned home…

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Hair coat by Ashlie Allen

When fall arrives on the reservation, everyone makes coats out of dead hair. My sisters are toddlers, so their hair is not long enough to create garments. Mother asks me if I will cut all mine to keep them warm. I go to my room, find a pair of scissors and let the black strands fall at my feet.…

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Clockwork by Dorian Maffei

He came in a wan-blue truck at 3:00, or 12:47, or 8:14. It didn’t matter, all the times were special with him. They sat on the porch ’til who knows when, the sun sheered by ribbons of clouds and ruffled fog until it was too dark to even see their own shadows. He stayed ’til…

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Two Flash by CL Bledsoe

I decided to run for president. Well, let’s be honest. I decided to drive for president. I went to the DMV because it’s the most official place I know how to get to without getting lost and having to pull over to cry. The woman at the counter looked at me a long time when…

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Meat Memories by Katie M. Flynn

Next came the slaughter. Knives slid through neck hide, guns loaded and loaded again, poison mixed into feed. That was probably unnecessary, not really for our safety as they said. The truth was no one wanted the livestock around anymore. What good were they to us now? A terrible reminder of their amazing taste, a…