Apocalypse Party

The gates are opening again.

Apocalypse Party is accepting submissions and pitches, with reading beginning at the end of March. We’ll be choosing only a handful of manuscripts, so send us the work you believe in most.

If you’ve been waiting for the right moment to send us your work, this is it.

B. R. Yeager is your favorite horror author's favorite horror author. The man has chops.

We’re very excited to share that B.R. Yeager's next novel, Toad Psalm, will be published by Apocalypse Party in 2027!

The GOAT

YAY!!! 🎉It’s release day for Shoot Me in the Face on a Beautiful Day🎉

It’s so surreal to have another novel out in the world!!!

Thank you to everyone who has helped make this a reality, to @apocalypseparty.bsky.social for giving it the perfect home, and everyone who picks it up 🥰🖤

“My mommy writes scary books. She loves dead things!”

one of those goddamn trope graphics about my book

if you've read I BELIEVE IN MISTER BONES you should write up a little review on the places you do that. if you haven't read it, you should go read it. it's a pretty cool book imho and more people should be reading it

68. Negative Space by B. R. Yeager is a great fuckin book not enough people have read.

Share 4 of your favourite books

Go read my evil skeleton book

Shoot Me In The Face On A Beautiful Day by @emmaemurray.bsky.social is hands down the best book I have read this year!

the cover to bonding by maggie sierbert, a green collection of skeleton parts on a pink background.

happy pride, you should read Bonding by Maggie Siebert. caution advised.

That Pacers win tho

A pile of books on display from Apocalypse Party Press! Burn You the Fuck Alive & Negative Space by BR Yeager I Believe in Mister Bones & Abnormal Statistics by Max Booth III Bonding by Maggie Siebert The Devil Thinks I’m Pretty by Charlene Elsby

Restock of some faves from the absolutely unstoppable @apocalypseparty.bsky.social !

@charleneelsby.bsky.social @fuckmaxbooth.bsky.social @maggiesiebert.bsky.social & B.R. Yeager all in the house.

🖤👻📚

Thank you!!! 🖤

Thanks so much, Alex!

Thanks so much, Todd!!

Thank you Emma 🖤

Thank you so much, Piper! 🙏

My girlfriend and I just watched Ghost (1990) for the first time and I was tearing up by the end.

Genderless entity with curly black hair and thick black glasses looking off to the side and holding a paperback copy of their new novel I BELIEVE IN MISTER BONES

just found out I BELIEVE IN MISTER BONES has earned out its advance. big shoutout to all you... boneheads...? boners...? idk what to call fans of this book, but anyway, thank you. also a big thanks to @apocalypseparty.bsky.social for publishing it. here's to hoping it continues finding more readers.

book jacket for I BELIEVE IN MISTER BONES

read this book if you wanna lose your bones

digital collage from my book NO TIGER of multiple weapon schematics overlayed each other.

text from the story : the Flak Wolves perish on the first sunset of winter wolves in body armor howling at nothing. hungry hungry hungry HUNGRY. eating and killing and shitting for ***********. siege upon their own ramparts. HUNGRY….. being filled with sizzling holes in a prayless landscape of hollow figures dotting the hills. a manic pack commander, clung to by a glittery coat of maroon and a diesel-powered automachine for her right leg, is feasting on her own offspring. she is codenamed KARE. in their war, even the puppies are soldiers. Kare reflects: the enemy uses weapons of all ages. trained from birth for death. all is opponent. they all wear dog tags, stamped in blood, with a single designation: FACTION. flat trophies of silver, displaying meaningless names devised for the smooth operation of endless combat. her tags flaunt the name of her highly- trained spec-ops barbarian tribe, FLAK WOLVES. platoon of beasts that only live for a full kill feed! the Flak Wolves are a squad of doomed canines. nameless and absent meaning in their fangs, only the pack commanders are given names beyond expressions of disgust. the wolves have no kill count. each head they tear is forgotten. only clung to their memories by scents. killing and being killed. they’re life inverted. only born on their own death. they’ll keep hating and hating and hating and hating until the world is empty.

digital collage from NO TIGER of an exploded uzi diagram, with poetry on it that reads: STEEL DETONATORS CAST THE PROPHETS WAR ARTS PERFECTED DISMEMBERMENT EXHIBITION A DESERT-SOAKED WARRIOR BITES INTO THE LIZARD'S TAIL

poetry titled: STANDARD ISSUE M84 STUN GRENADE death encoded 20yrs in // the XX defined null algorithm determined breath amount // 1/0 toss up i commit insignificant big-violence in Flatland all concepts singular here i toss out another bisected moth into the 3D i toss out a dismembered cock into 1D american brand survival daggerknives to gorefuck the boyblood by 27 i'll have fake double X’s stay execution resort to allowing the ‘don’t tread on me' snake to fuck my plastic cunt violated on the white house green LIVE LIVE LIVE the USMC eagle slide my tits down its gullet pay-per-view spectacle // violation worth $$$15 immaterial expenditures // apathetic labors ruin due i give in // i am fucking tired. i hate you stadium-above the neon hisses: Custom Crosshairs For Custom Assassinations Here opt out the death by bullet complexities Agree To Execution of User Life Agreement

#sludgepit NO TIGER is a collection of poetry from the underworld of Another place. it thrums with filthy anger:hot lyrics & prose poetry with ample destruction of body, sex after apocalypse, eradication of self w/n the hellscape of digitized warfare spectacle

flakwolves.su/NoTigerbyMIK...

cover for I BELIEVE IN MISTER BONES

last year i messaged @slimyswampghost.bsky.social and asked if he had any spooky skeleton paintings hanging around we could use for my new novel and, as if he'd somehow planned this, this was already done, waiting for us. a perfect cover.

Title page for SHOOT ME IN THE FACE ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY by Emma E. Murray

Emma E. Murray writes some of the bleakest, most vicious and unpleasant contemporary transgressive horror fiction I’ve read. This novel is exceptional and I highly recommend you put this on your radar for August 2025. Also that title is 🔥🤩❤️

Same here haha

Recently, I’ve noticed a lot of people advising against engaging with dark or bleak art when you’re in a bad mental space, but all I can think about is how that kind of art has saved me from my worst impulses during my lowest points.

The cover of ABNORMAL STATISTICS

“Indiana Death Song,”
the opening novella of this collection, blows the doors off the joint. It’s a huge statement piece: @fuckmaxbooth.bsky.social is here to stay.

@apocalypseparty.bsky.social

Finished reading Negative Space by B.R. Yeager last night and this book fucked me up! It’s kinda like if Dennis Cooper decided to do kids on bike horror LOL Loved it!

Burn You The Fuck Alive by B.R. Yeager

Some light subway reading for today's catsitting commute