by Aiden E. Messer

Touch of Glass

What happens when two guys in a sadomasochistic BDSM relationship decide to ditch their safeword? Absolutely nothing good.

MARC FELT JACOB'S FIST punching inside his guts with a brutality that threatened to tear his sphincter. He struggled against the restraint trapping him against the padded bondage bench, as always, they held fast. His body was slick and glistening with sweat. Every single muscle in his strong body ached.

The pain was excruciating. His stomach READ MORE...

by Ria Rowz-Elize

Let Down Your Hair

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hairasite.

ZEL WILL NEVER BE a phenomenal hairstylist. Perhaps great, maybe amazing, but definitely not “phenomenal.” It’s never been a skill issue —she has always had a natural knack for hair —but rather, it’s an endurance issue. She has another, bigger problem that has prevented her advancement in the field. When she’s emotional, Zel scarfs do READ MORE...

by Alexander Hay

The Foetus Fighter

Possibly the only supervillain evil baby punching story you’ll ever need to read.

SWEAT RAN DOWN SUSAN’S face. She grit her teeth as the next contraction took hold like a death spasm.

“That’s it, love, you can do it,” the midwife said in a soft Black Country accent. A seasoned pro, she made it sound like she hadn’t ever done this dozens of times, and this was not her first birth, but the most important birth, an READ MORE...

by Chris W. McGuinness

Aptenodytes Albus

The Arkham Zoo receives a disturbing new exhibit.

DISRESPECT. UTTER DISRESPECT.

Arlo Hollis paced in front of the empty lion habitat that, until recently, had been the Arkham Zoo’s most popular attraction. A short, middle-aged man in the zoo’s standard khaki uniform and pith helmet, he muttered under his breath, red-faced. The workmen paid him no mind as they removed foliage and swept READ MORE...

by Toshiya Kamei

Red

No longer little, Little Red Riding Hood pays the huntsman a visit.

THE WOODSMAN’S GRUFF VOICE rumbled through the cabin as I untied the ribbons of my hood. I was no longer little, but I still went nowhere without the red cape Grandmother had given me. The color had worn somewhat, but my crimson hair compensated for it. When I tossed my tresses over my shoulder, I never failed to catch some young woman’s eye. READ MORE...

by Basile Lebret

Missing Limbs

Picture Jaws but set in a gym.

IT WASN’T THE HOWL Leana shrieked as her arm disappeared that tore the spirits of most of the gym customers —it was the wet thud of the iron weight shattering her knee. An underground avalanche which smelled of teeth tearing through flesh. The shriek she made, while goo came out of her mouth, out of her nose, it could not be erased from memory READ MORE...

by Penny Blood

Taco Tim

This is truly the mother lode of mother lodes, the one shit to rule them all —and it is spreading.

IT ALL STARTED ON Saturday. Biff had gotten a taco from a shit-faced weasel of a man —I think his name was Tim. Tim was greasy and dirty and smelled like ass, but Biff had been on the streets for some time himself so he wasn’t one to care. Anyway, Biff ran into this so-called Tim at the bus station where all the drifters looked out for each oth READ MORE...

by Chris McAuley

Buzzing Beneath the Skin

He was summoned for vengeance —but what he brought was a gospel of agony.

THEY SAY REMUS CADE was born in the dark between lightning strikes—cut from his mother’s womb with a scalpel stolen from a leper’s clinic. His first breath wasn’t air but river fog, and his first sound was the weeping of a dying woman three doors down. He grew up on curses and carrion, fed by a grandmother with a glass eye and black gums wh READ MORE...

by Lula Von Goth

Splatter-Kink

Your favourite nightmare.

HE FUCKING LOVES ME in red.

Red lipstick, red underwear, red rage, red blood that we roll about in while his head is locked between my thighs.

I am lucky to be in love with someone who encourages me in the ways I need, and never calls me “sweet,” “delicious,” or “cute.” He knows I get enough of that from others.

by Dewey L. Yeatts

Of Kings and Spiders

A terrifying invasive species comes to Florida.

SATURDAY NIGHT

BEN HADN’T COUNTED ON getting lucky that night. He went to the same bar he always went to, the one that got him affordably drunk, and from whence he always went home alone. That night, there was this brunette, short hair, curvy, and with a ready laugh. For some reason, she found Ben to be hilarious. Then her hand was on h READ MORE...

by Nora B. Peevy

Miranda, Mi Amor!

Could a meteor rock be the latest beauty line?

For Brian, R.I.P.

“Where do you think these intense phobias of fecal matter started, Miranda?”

“Oh, I can tell you EXACTLY when they started. I was six and out playing with my friend Brian. See, we didn’t live in the cleanest neighborhood with helicopter moms spending a lot of time hovering around us, so we got READ MORE...

by R.E. Dyer

Cradle to the Grave

They wanted to punish him. He just wanted them to tell him what he did.

TED HIT THE ROUGH wooden floor face-first. Someone snapped on a bank of overhead lights, hot and white, and his eyes burned beneath closed lids. They had injected him with something—the fucking police had drugged him—but it was wearing off. His muddled thoughts were organizing. He knew he was in trouble.

Ted’s head was full of READ MORE...

by Josef B. Wilke

Let it Gush

A love story about a girl and her pimples.

MY ENTIRE TEENAGE LIFE has been filled with people trying to convince me that my pimples are ugly.

My mother.

The dermatologist she drags me to every month.

Every slack-jawed idiot I share a sophomore year of high school with.

All of them are on some sort of personal vendetta to prove to me that pimples are ugly, hav READ MORE...

by Galen Gower

Body and Blood

Claire and I decided we’d eat each other.

A DOCTOR DIAGNOSED ME with dermatophagia when I turned eight.

“This is a relatively common anxious behavior,” he said to Mom with his gentle-pat-on-the-shoulder voice. “It’s just a way for Elliott to relieve some of his big feelings. Keep an eye on it, but he’ll probably grow out of it.”

I didn’t grow out of it. I lear READ MORE...

by Aaron Lebold

The Invisible Son

Invisible no more.

Part One | Adolescence

JOEL WAS BORN THE younger of two children. He had an older sister named Susan. He and his family lived in a modest house in a small town. His father was often away for work. His mother lived in her personal bubble, detached from the world. On the surface, they appeared to be a normal family. The circumstantia READ MORE...

by Thomas Stewart

Crawling Inside

Within you it Devours...

IT’S DARK… SO… SO very dark. I crawl around… I use his bones, his spine, his rib cage… it’s so dark… so dark, and so moist. I crawl down from his rib cage to his digestive tract. I crawl around, scurrying about as fast as my small legs will take me… I’m in his stomach now. It’s warm here… hungry… getting hungry… I see his READ MORE...