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Be a nice little monster, a good little monster, a nice little good little thing. - “Gone The

Be a nice little monster, a good little monster,
a nice little good little thing.

-“Gone The Great Dark” by Matilda Young

Art & illustration by Jen Muir!


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Illustration by Jen Muir for “Some to Nothing” by Matilda Young in Issue 4: Hungry Thing

Illustration by Jen Muirfor“Some to Nothing” by Matilda Young in Issue 4: Hungry Things.


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“tiny stars drizzled syrupy light upon a yawning girl in bed, her hands resting upon an Ouija “tiny stars drizzled syrupy light upon a yawning girl in bed, her hands resting upon an Ouija

“tiny stars drizzled
syrupy light upon a yawning girl in bed,
her hands resting upon an Ouija Board.”

-“Public Service Announcement” by Jeffrey H. MacLachlan


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We called, and all manner of hungry creatures answered. Issue #4: Hungry Things. 15 amazing writers.

We called, and all manner of hungry creatures answered.

Issue #4: Hungry Things. 15 amazing writers. 20 hungry pieces. Gorgeously illustrated.

Featuring the work of Rhonda Eikamp,Cathleen Calbert, Sara Cleto, Danielle Sellers, Ranylt Richildis, Jon David Stroud, Lutivini Majanja, Matt Jones, Elizabeth Bodi, Skye Shirley, David Elsensohn, Matilda Young, Jeffrey H. MacLachlan, Liz Kay, and Hillary Joubert. Illustrated by Jen Muir.

This is an issue that you can split and peel, crack open, scoop up, cut into—consume with all your senses. Fair warning: It may consume a little bit of you, too.

Read Issue #4: Hungry Things now!


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For Issue 4 of The Golden Key, we are in search of hungry things. Loud-smacking lips. Quivering jowl

For Issue 4 of The Golden Key, we are in search of hungry things.

Loud-smacking lips. Quivering jowls. Beasts with a keen taste for playing with their food.

Whet our appetites, then deny them. We want gnashing teeth, insatiable yearning. Irresistible smells winding out of a pot. Steam leaking from beneath a closed door. The low rumbling thunder of a long-denied stomach.

Whip us up cravings we didn’t know we could have. Make us hungry for salt water, witches’ brew, vapors. Invite us down paths our noses insist that we follow. Conjure the ache of a food shortage, rations, a whole continent under the flame of its famine.

Give us hunger that’s insistent, burdensome, loud. Push us past the trails hunger can blaze, the wreckage an unyielding appetite can produce.

Show us a thirsting, a yen, a yearning, a lusting in the belly—for things far more wicked and heady than food.

Deadline: March 31, 2014


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