From the Editor
Established in 2021, APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL is a web magazine of edgy extrapolations, fringe fascinations, occult obsessions, risky ruminations, and aberrant associations. We are a literary journal obsessed with the underworld, both demonological and criminological – the collision of crooks in coats wielding machine guns and creeps in cloaks wielding jagged daggers. We are fascinated by the way parapolitics is to history and current events as urban exploration is to architecture. We are turned on by the synthesis of low lives and high strangeness. We excavate the Carcosan aspect of modern life. We are a home for dime-store Dostoevskys and ten-dollar Thompsons. We have been variously described as a psyop sleaze rag, a psychotronic survey of the pyrotechnic insanitarium, and a hypebeast health-goth apparel brand masquerading as a cyber-medievalist woodcut Metal Gear Solid fanzine. Some of our particular/peculiar interests are schlock/sleazoid cinema (giallo flicks, Mondo flicks, splatter flicks, slasher flicks, skin flicks, drive-in flicks, grindhouse flicks), silent-film sorcery, Hollywood Babylon, lost continents, ancient apocalypses, psychogeography, time-out-of-jointedness, shipwrecks, Rankin/Bass arcana, Looney Tunes as the gesamtkunstwerk of the Twentieth Century, weird menace, Gothic fiction, pulp fiction, pulp esoterica, Westerns, the hidden history of your hometown, liminal spaces, subliminal phrases, libidinal forces, the Cosmic Bomb, splatterpunk, cyberpunk, nostalgia (real or Internet-induced), old wounds, Hasbro hermeticism, the occult roots of [FILL IN THE BLANK], Lovecraft as filtered through Stuart Gordon and Brian Yuzna, the works of James Ellroy and Theodore Roszak, and smoke-filled back rooms.
We are always open for submissions in all categories. Email us at firstname.lastname@example.org with a pitch or draft (please send as a Word or Google doc for text submissions; jpg/png for Postcard submissions), any images you’d like included, how you’d like to be credited, a short bio in third person, and any links for promotion (blog, portfolio, etc.). Include your Twitter handle if you wish to be tagged when we shill your work. “Our creative touchstones at APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL are authors like Harlan Ellison, Shirley Jackson, Clive Barker, and Jim Thompson; authors who, above all, pushed boundaries.” — fiction editor, D.A. Wohler Simultaneous submissions are permitted, except for special presentations, though please let us know if your submission is accepted elsewhere. Reprints and excerpts are permitted as well, though we prefer to publish original work. “To paraphrase Frank O’Hara: Almost no poets are better than the movies. Send us poems that are better than the movies.” — poetry editor, Tom Will We are unable to pay for submissions at this time, but writers retain full ownership of their work. We have no word limit, but keep in mind that we’re an online magazine, not a publisher (yet) so save your novella for next time. Most published fiction submissions fall within the 4k-6k word count. For poetry, please limit submissions to no more than 5 pages.
You’re asleep. You awake to the soft sound of bells, nearly inaudible but you hear them. You seek them and walk through the door. A projector turns on in an empty otherwise unlit room. …LOVE shines a light. All is revealed: your relationship with God, your relationship with yourself, your desires, your weaknesses, your insecurities. You didn’t choose this. It chose you — and your feelings are all that are yours: ecstasy, or maybe pain and suffering. …LOVE: the hard-hearted will say it isn’t real but even they love something, their own suffering, maybe. Mom. Dad. Grandma. Grandpa. Perhaps your loved one isn’t a person. They are a love object. Their humanity is erased by your projection. Or perhaps you love an actual object. A collection. …LOVE: hard to say what it even is. This Valentine’s Day, we seek to finally define it. Define it by what it is. Define it by what it is not. Lust, attachment, transference. It’s easy to say all the love stories have all been told, all the love poems written. But no real love story is alike. And the mystics, malcontents, misfits, and maligned must find the ringing bells and illuminate the room. Let’s hear what happened when you least expected it. Deadline is February 3. Submissions are open in all categories. Please use normal guidelines when submitting.
Editors Name Jacob Everett
Print publication? No
Do you take online submissions? Yes
Submission Guidelines URL https://apocalypse-confidential.com/contact/
Approx. Response Time? Weeks
How often do you publish? Weekly
Year Founded? 2021
Do you pay? No
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