Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror

by Jordan Peele

a lurid red background with stark black words etching out Jesus Is Watching. Jesus better keep his little bitch mouth shut. Carl goes back inside.

Only the truly evil would build a life they knew they would abandon.

spider, with too many legs that tapered to sharp points. A spider on stilts that were knives.

the tar and ash and buzz and the gestalt phenomenon of mutated cells in my lungs mirroring the lipstick stains on the discarded butts.

That's Poetry

She walked as if anyone who saw her was having their lucky day.

Why did one evening together feel like a lifetime?

But then my other self, my suicidal self, says: Why not just hire a hit man?

marveled at how a blast of light from the moon could make even a fatal wound appear beautiful.

With each death, it’s as if I’m paying the god of the highway in coins of blood.

Glass sparkles in her hair like a broken tiara.

“Human bodies under AI control are by far more efficient and cheaper to maintain and service than designing and building machines that can’t do what they can do nearly as well.