CARNAGE HOUSE

Gong Sau

by Alexander Hay

A fighting style that really is too deadly for the streets.

BLOOD SPEWED OUT of my master’s mouth as the tramp smashed a dirty foot into his jaw. Master fell to the ground, hard, with a nasty crunch. The horrible mauve bruise spread across his face, coated in the filth from the kick that nearly killed him.

He somehow managed to haul his broken body to its feet. Drenched wit

The Living Ouija Board

by Nora B. Peevy

Don’t ever steal from your coven or you just might end up giving more than you ever imagined possible as penance.

THE WITCH HAD no muscle left on her bones, and her skin hung in crepey ribbons from the underarms of her black sundress. The High Priestess smelled like sage and musky dragon’s blood—if you got close to her, which Melinda didn’t want to be.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself before I exact your punish

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

The Death of a Fisting Grease Fakir

by Zoltán Komor

When Dad keeps it greasy...

I WAS NEVER PARTICULARLY proud of the fact that my father, whenever he could, wallowed in silicone-based lubricant scraped out of other people’s asses. My mother probably wasn’t proud either—that’s why she left him. Of course, she left me behind as well, while I was still an infant, before I had spoken my first word

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.

The Passion of Lovers

by Tali Graves

Please, take me. Please, take it out.

AMELIA STOOD AT the bathroom doorframe, silently staring as Luna watched the rain pelt her bedroom window. The pale yellow of a streetlight leaked in. Luna always said there was something special about rain, the louder the better—the more it kept her mind from wandering into awful places.

Wrapped in her scarlet ba

The Mirror Trap

by M.G. Phillips

In a world of illusions, the deadliest trap is the one reflecting your own worst sins.

THE HEAVY, RHYTHMIC TICKING of the hallway grandfather clock was the only sound in Elias’s immaculate, white-tiled bathroom. A sterile sanctuary, smelling of clove oil and high-grade antiseptic.

Elias stood before the mirror, his reflection blurred by a thin film of steam. He ran a tongue—smooth and unimpeded—

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.

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

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