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 No Encore” by Darren Ridgley (a reanimated performer unraveling the secrets of his unlife)...
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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 escalator. A leg gets ex-ed off in a sawing accident. An arm just decides...
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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 twitching half-cadaver. Normally I wouldn’t have answered, since I was practicing stitching a double...
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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 slush. Mrs. Mabel was way in the back, hunched low over her worktable. She...
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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 room only. Every single one of ’em here to see me, Tony Russo, in...
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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. The afterlife exists as a hypothesis based on infinite impossibilities, which can be regularly...
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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 them to tell my tale honestly. Never trust bones as far as you can...
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