Doompunk Dispatch

Category: Fiction

  • Delicious Lysergic Doom

    Title tale of the book, DRIPPY TRIPPY DOOM. We arrived at the church late into the night. Peering up, I appraised the wooden structure. Abandoned years ago when apocalyptic Lutherans were driven out of the basin by the Tongva, it had fallen into disrepair. A century of high desert winds had gifted the teetering steeple…

  • Call Me Face Stabber

    a strange tale with original art by Jorge Peña

  • Words Grow Red in Alphabet Gardens

    Edited by Amabilis O’Hara Spring means nothing to the San Tobit desert. Tiny temperature alterations barely perturb the barren ecosystem. But the Gardens feel it. From March 22nd to May 19th, they flourish in a sea level canyon. Legend speculates that plants do not grow there. Names do. Delirious letters spell delicious words, ripe for…

  • Feast on God’s Flesh

    Hard-hitting junkies went missing soon after the Pharmacyst came to town. Rumor was they went to live fulltime in his bunker, completing the irreversible metamorphosis enforced by his eldritch substances. A small dose doesn’t enact a noticeable difference, so you wouldn’t fear having a second hit, then a third. Something stronger than addiction takes hold.…