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You are living in a boxGrowing smaller. You were born inside the box,and it has been a part of you (apart from you)forever, like a shadow is and isn’t, like the wallsthe shadows play on or the fires that cast them.A shadow is its light. In such a manner, so’sContinue Reading

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A man is mowing his lawn at dawn with Airpods on in a yard five houses down. He is listening to a convicted felon describe fugue states and contemplating the utter silence of his street. It has been almost eight months since his wife left with Arwen, their Bichon Frise,Continue Reading

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Overnight, a studio apartment made entirely of glass appeared in the middle of the waterfront park. Every surface, every wall, every piece of furniture within (save a single pillar of stone in the dead center of the room) was made of the same sturdy, translucent glass. From the outside thereContinue Reading

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On the mustering groundsof Argentoratum, where the Sermentsde Strasbourg found its accord,and hordes of hollow serfs wrought castle stone from tendervalley-grass,upon that memory of masters, men and order,the dance of St. Vitus came first uponthe lady Troffea and peeled openthe gatemouths of Hell. It appeared at first like a compulsoryContinue Reading

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Baby Bink was taken. It is all light fun. Donna (from Twin Peaks), she plays the mother, she knew Old Willy had photographed Cotwell babies since the Great Depression (when everyone was hungry, when many people died), but she dared for more. She wanted Baby Bink upon “the daily correspondence”.Continue Reading

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I cannot remember my name. I do know that I am sick. I am a very sick man. I have been told by a doctor that I am frighteningly unwell and that things are looking dangerous. I do not remember what his name was, either. He was young. Vibrant. Healthy.Continue Reading

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A hundred thousand moons ago,a great blue ox as tall as the starswould wander the sleeping expanse of Earth.Where her hooves would fall, poppies and tall grasswould grow. Life would flourish there in blessed huesof yellow and green, for this was the love of great Apis,Bull of Heaven, godmother ofContinue Reading

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Letter from the Editors: Dearest Readers, Now that our ninth issue finished has been shelved, as it were, Deep Overstock is no longer a new arrival on the literary journal scene. Just for this issue alone we received submissions from booksellers and book lovers from all parts of the world:Continue Reading

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Letter from the Editors: Dearest Readers, We first laid our foundation down with Space Exploration, just to try things out. Then we built it up issue by issue with Fairy Tales, Fables and Folktales, Paranormal Romance, Nautical Lore, Dreams, Westerns, Horror. Now we’re here after two years and eight issuesContinue Reading

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Letter from the Editors Dearest readers, We feel inclined to warn you that the art, short stories, and poems collected in this issue of horror are not suitable for children, the elderly, someone who’s pregnant, or anyone with a heart condition. You have been warned… We were horror-fied at theContinue Reading