What does the world look like after capitalism? After the Storm Magazine invites you to check out our summer issue, where writers boldly imagine futures beyond extraction and exploitation. From a society where prisons are a thing of the past, to a decolonized U.S., to a lone terraformer shaping a new world, these stories illumniate new possibilities of what can come after. Come read the futures we’re dreaming of.
The Stories
‘The Last Flock of Birds on Earth’ & Other Stories From Our Summer 2026 Issue
Are you ready to follow a woman crossing the ruins of the world with only her birds for company? To walk beside a man racing to chart a coastline that is vanishing beneath his feet? Or to step into a waiting room where an anarchist collective refuses to let the lights go out? In this issue, After the…
The Carriers
“So many had fled to so many fabled destinations that there was no chance of knowing its exact origins.”
Shared Time Without Receipt
“We are not staying,” I replied. “We are being.”
Lichen Relic
They had lived in the abandoned mansion for a little over a year with fellow rogue scientists and nonconformist friends. A once-gaudy home now housed some of the most “dangerous” academics, hidden away in a part of the city no one bothered to investigate, filled with decrepit houses.
The Science of Transient Cartography
Some maps have sharp and unforgiving lines, and others all the gentle curves of a summer leaf stirring in a plaintive breeze. Some maps recall what is, or what was, and others imagine what could be.
The Last Flock of Birds on Earth
“Cat lady wasn’t going to make it.”
From Decaying Superheroes to Devouring Spores (Spring 2026 Issue)
A lot of exciting stories this issue. Maybe you are in the mood for a little horror? Or perhaps a ditty about a distant archeologist unearthing comic books? This After Storm issue is bringing you stories that are looking to talk about hope, change, and most importantly, decay. Just out our latest stories (for free):
A Sinner’s Gallery of Saints
“Anna silently prayed that the deceased sex bot owner managed to find salvation.”
Petromyces vorax
“And every time, we wailed in agony and called for her, for the mother who’d killed us.”
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