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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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 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—