CARNAGE HOUSE

Between Her Lips

by Kalina Ann

Eat what you love.

THE TOWNSFOLK LEFT JUST ENOUGH of Catherine for Emma to consume.

Emma’s tired, shaking hands hold her swollen belly as the water washes over her. The creek is a balm against the burn blisters scoring the bottoms of her feet. Her body is so heavy, so full with Catherine. She can feel her lover beneath her skin, s

Tootle-EWWWWW!

by J. Rocky Colavito

Smelling it dealt the death blow.

THE PRESSURE ON HIS SPHINCTER was overwhelming, and Branch was just about to risk a charge of indecent exposure. He knew he’d fucked up horribly when he grabbed the bag of tacos from a regional chain that he’d never heard of. They had tasted all right going down, but they settled funny in his stomach and started talking

Fuck Me Like a Zombie

by James Patrick Riser

Do zombies fuck?

SHE SAID IT SUDDENLY as they watched the herd of zombies shuffle down the street, three stories down, from their apartment window. This was the second lockdown Billy had experienced in his lifetime. During the first lockdown, Viola and Billy tried anal, which Billy thought he would like. Viola refused to use lube on the

Yums Yums

by Christopher Ridge

Sure is Yums Yums.

IT WASN’T EASY EATING a human head.

Bone crunching. Brain squishing. He managed though.

Of course, he didn’t start out with that level of skill. He had to work up to it.

***

John Riley was born with a vicious appetite. From day one, his aptitude for consumpti

Always Cook Your Nuts

by B Muraca

When you’re in someone’s house you’ve never been to, don’t try their snacks. You can’t trust strangers.

SALLY AND HER FRIENDS were stranded on the road next to the woods. She was with Tara, Bobby, and Clyde. Since twilight, they had gotten caught in traffic on the highway before hitting the exit. A one-hour trip turned into three.

“I’m telling you guys that’s not going to work,” Tara said. She watched as the gu

Bob

by Jake Kolasa

His cooking is the shit.

HE WAS LIKE OUR very own AI-generated human. No matter how hard you tried, you could never tell how many fat rolls were on his body. You just kept counting, and they would keep going, going, going. All of them were covered in hairs and warts, and his skin wobbled back and forth, like every time you looked at him you were on

Misophonia

by Lindsey Beth Goddard

When a roommate is so noisy, only death can silence him.

IT’S NOT ALL SOUNDS THAT trigger my anxiety. Some sounds relax me. Like the steady drip, drip, drip of the old man’s blood on the floor beside me. It comforts me, because it assures me his daily assault on my eardrums is finally over. Forever.

I don’t think I expected too much of t

The Tale of Shitty Zitty

by Benjamin Kardos

Acne can be torture.

THE BED SHEETS WERE saturated with blood. They stuck to his skin like glue as he rolled on his side. Rising out of bed, he pulled the covers back.

“Shit,” he said.

The bleeding was worse than ever. His bed looked like a murder scene. The stains were everywhere. The sheets hadn't been changed in months.

Clean

by Mr.LQ

Only filth purifies.

PART ONE – BASEMENT GOSPEL

My body was trash before I had words for it. In our house, trash was holy. It fed the worm god long before I knew its name.

The first time I saw my grandfather smile, his mouth was full of my shit.