Tag Archives: Necromancy

Raising the Dead from the Archives

If you enjoyed our tale of weird necromancy on Monday, here are a few more stories from the MSJ archives you might also enjoy! “Deddville” by Nicole Tanquary (a town populated by the dead, and one living man) “There Will Be … Continue reading

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Or, The Modern Levitation of Frankenstein

An essay by an anonymous narrator, as provided by Ron Riekki Art by Leigh Legler As an EMT, we routinely come upon body parts. A finger gets severed by a pair of pliers. A toe gets cut off by an … Continue reading

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The Parts of Him That I Can Help With

An essay by Stephen L. Thayer, as provided by Gordon B. White Art by Errow Collins My younger brother Cameron never understood what working from home meant, so when he called me at 2:30 pm, I was wrist-deep in a … Continue reading

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Deddville

An essay by Nathan Williams, as provided by Nicole Tanquary Art provided by Scarlett O’Hairdye The door to the shop was open, so I walked in, scuffing the bottoms of my shoes against the welcome mat to get off the … Continue reading

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There Will Be No Encore

An essay by Tony Russo, as provided by Darren Ridgley Art by Justine McGreevy Never thought I’d say it, but one day I’d like to come out to an empty room. But tonight ain’t the night. Tonight it’s a full house. Standing … Continue reading

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An Atheist’s Guide to the Afterlife

An essay by Dr Quintum Magnamaby, as provided by J. R. Hampton Art by Luke Spooner For this report, I have implicitly assumed that there is an afterlife. This may not be so. There are three possibilities: There is an afterlife. … Continue reading

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The Infernal Bones of Canaan, Mississippi

An account by Edgar E. Laredo, as provided by Elizabeth S. Berger Art by Leigh Legler If the yellow in my eyes is to be credited, I will die before Christmas. Then my bones will be interrogated–and I wouldn’t trust … Continue reading

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