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ByChristopher Rowe

Dolly Girl

Connie had been born with a Whisper Girl wrapped around her neck. This presented difficulties suffered by no one else any of those troubled, dark-eyed women ever knew.

ByMarissa van Uden

Interview with Author A.V. Greene

These are girls who are fully aware that they’re making bad choices, but they do choose instead of letting anyone else choose for them.

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Issue 139, with Original Fiction by A.V. Greene, Christopher Rowe, Amal Singh, Sachiko Ragosta, Linda Niehoff, and Oghenechovwe Donald Ekpeki. Flash Fiction by Bejamin DeHaan and Mona West. Classic Fiction by Walidah Imarisha and Endria Isa Richardson. Essays by Andrea Johnson and Rick Hipson.

ByLesley Conner

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Musings from Maryland

Welcome to Apex Magazine issue 139. This issue is full of messy relationships and difficult feelings.

ByA.V. Greene

The Monster Fucker Club

The six of us—well, five after Sophie left—were friends because we all understood why she kept going back, again and again.

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Apex in July 2023

ByTim Pratt

An Inventory of the Property of the Escaped Suspect, Confiscated at the Time of Her Arrest Following the Incident on Ash Street, with Annotations by Acting Sheriff Helena Fairwind

One purse, faux-alligator, with a broken clasp [Faux? Hmm. Alligator? Double hmm. Something with scales anyway.]

BySuyi Davies Okungbowa

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Lady Koi-Koi: A Book Report

At about 2:30AM on Saturday 16 February 2019 (I know because I always look at the clock when I wake up), I woke up in the hostel because my bed was shaking.

ByP.A. Cornell

A World Unto Myself

I don’t know why my owner brought me to the abandoned scrapyard rather than trade me in. Nor why instead of placing me next to the compactor with the other machines, he walked me over to an old, metal bench and told me to sit before leaving me.