by J. Rocky Colavito and Thomas R Clark

No Fetus Can Beat Us, Except...

The ultimate—and extreme—in girl-on-girl action!

Wrestling fans, we know you’ve been run through the wringer all through this card, but you need to dig as deep as any of the grapplers you’ve seen bring hell tonight and brace yourselves for the main event. It’s a story as old as time, a forced changing of the guard with stakes so horrif READ MORE...

by Josh Darling and Jacque Day, Editors

The Best of Carnage House Year Two

You wanted the best—you've got the best! Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you the hard-rocking quartet of splatterpunk, extreme horror, gore smut, and transgressive horror.

by A.P. Sessler

Alphabet Soup

A couple suffers a traumatic experience as a result of their physical intimacy.

HAVING GALLOWS HUMOR when your significant other has experienced tragedy after tragedy is in itself a cruel joke. Sharon’s coping mechanisms include crying her eyes out, screaming into the void, and lying fetal for hours on end. How else am I supposed to stay sane than to have a sense of humor about it all?

The di READ MORE...

by Phoebe A. Xavier

chase_rape_kill.fdv

Hunted through the streets, as we see through her eyes.

The blinding flood of bluesilver cascading into my eyes

synching my CNS and all other senses through the neurojack decimates

my being for a freezeframed eternity as the slide boots up until...


THERE. IT’S ON.

Even though READ MORE...

Charlie’s first graveyard shift at Sentinel State Hospital proves to be more than dealing with patients as the dead refuse to let go of the living.

THE DEAD GIRL STANK.

Lester stood beside her.

“Jesus, she can’t be over twenty years old.” Charlie Hill, a summer intern working nights at Sentinel State Mental Hospital, took a knee beside his lumbering colleague, Lester. This was Charlie’s first night on the ward.

“Don’t care how old she READ MORE...

A Christmas poem for the whole family. If your family is the Manson Family.

HE'S THE FRIGHT BEFORE Christmas

He breaks into your house.

With malice aforethought

Toward you and your spouse.

He’s stuffed Santa’s corpse

In the chimney, no care

The fire beneath, roasts it medium rare


The children are screaming

They’re trussed to thei READ MORE...

by Jacque Day

The Last Christmas

Once and for all, what is the godforsaken limit?

“Santa, do you see that, off in the distance?”

Saint Nicholas sat massive in the sleigh, his beard whipping in the wind. His enormous hands, fitted with equally enormous, pristine white gloves, gripped reins that guided his nine reindeer—with Rudolph’s bright, red nose leading the way—on a steady course ov READ MORE...

by Michelle Vizinau

The Guest

A Horrible Vegan Surprise! And for Christmas Dinner!

SUSAN SPENT THE DAY wondering if going home alone would have been so bad.

She liked Donovan, but she liked him a little less after he refused the in-flight meal.

“Vegetarian is not the same as vegan,” he’d said with an eye roll.

She liked him even less when he complained because the re READ MORE...

Hate can be a queer thing.

“They're like vampires, that's what my dad always told me when I was a little kid. But he didn't know, even when they killed him. They are vampires. You’re brilliant, Joey.”

Joey van Helsing finished his bagel. A glob of cream cheese clung to his lip as he noshed on the ball of dough pocketed in READ MORE...

by Paul Lonardo

GOREGASM

Giving blood never felt so good.

THE THREE STRIPPERS LURKING in a booth at the back of the Pismo Beach gentleman’s club surveyed the clientele. They weren’t working that night, but their sheer mini dresses accentuated their killer bodies, making it appear they might be between sets.

“What about him?” Callie asked. The effervescent blond lock READ MORE...

by Damir Salkovic

Contrition

Faith can be found anywhere—you just have to look.

FATHER BRESLIN CLOSED THE door of the sacristy behind him and made the sign of the cross toward the altar. The few heads bowed over the pews barely stirred at the intrusion. Without acknowledging the faithful, the priest moved down the side aisle with a flashlight clutched in one hand. His eyes strained in the somber gloom, READ MORE...

by Maxim Volk

Ice Pick Blues

Root around in there a bit.

THEY DON’T TELL YOU that you can feel the ice pick rooting around in your brain. In fairness, they don’t tell you much, just “You’ve been arrested for public lewdness with another man yet again,” and “Your options are indefinite institutionalization, chemical castration, or a lobotomy.” If you choose the latte READ MORE...

by Michael Errol Swaim

Absorbed by Excrement

When the boundary between life and art collapses, is anyone safe?

Out now on Godless.com and in paperback on Amazon!!!

Joshua Meyers’s life has not been without struggles, but he finds solace READ MORE...

by Josh Darling and Jacque Day, Editors

The Best of Carnage House Year One

The vultures delight in this collection of guts and madness.

Out now on Godless.com and in paperback on Amazon!!!

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Be sure to keep an eye out for you.


ONE LATE EVENING IN the Public Eye Studio, when the sky was dirty yellow.

Speaker: Let’s get this interview started, Mr. Reporter, shall we? Your tie is too white.

Mr. Reporter: Sure, welcome to Public Eye, so how did you…

Speaker: Spare me the boredom of those conventional questions READ MORE...

Cures can be painful.

AS THE FACELESS MONSTER slid his glimmering lock-blade knife through a flap of the dream girl’s cheek, Lewis, who was asleep on the ground, tried to wake up from the fuzzy realm of the dope to no avail. He lay paralyzed as the monster lashed out again with his blade, helplessly watching as the dream girl gagged on her READ MORE...

by Edward R. Rosick

My Brother Roy

When your baby brother is too close for comfort.

I WANT TO KILL my brother, Roy.

He is a pain-in-ass, annoying little shit who somehow, someway, screws things up for me. He always has, and if I don’t kill him, he always will.

But I love him. He’s my only sibling, the youngest child, Mommy’s favorite.

“Take care of Roy. You’re his big brot READ MORE...

by Jerry Blaze

Chanukah Dybbuk

דער חנוכה דיבוק

AVRUMEL KNOCKED ON THE door while bundled up in his heavy winter coat, his long beard covered in a blanket of frost from the bitter snow outside, and his right hand hovering above his head, trying to keep his hat from blowing off.

It was going to be another awful night in the midst of Ukrainian winter. However, he wa READ MORE...

by Chris McAuley

Breeders Moon

Hell comes to an intergalactic prison—a creature is being birthed from the void. Can Sergeant Harlan survive?

THE BLOOD ECLIPSE HUNG low over the gray horizon like a festering wound, bathing the lunar penal colony of Phelgrim-6 in a sickly red glow. The prison dome’s reinforced glass was webbed with fractures and radiation scoring, the scars of decades spent orbiting forgotten on the dark side of the moon. It didn’t matter. No READ MORE...

U.S. life expectancy is at a thirty-year low. It’s about to go lower.

SANTA GRIMACED ON his throne and raised a hand to his throat. The child on his lap, her wreaths-and-bells dress immaculate, watched with avid eyes as he coughed something up, chewed once, twice, swallowed. He brushed his mouth with a sodden yellow cuff and bounced his knee to get the girl talking again.

Staring at t READ MORE...

by Basile Lebret

Girl in a Cupboard

She has the solution to your problems.

THE GIRL IN THE cupboard had watched the three boys grow up and observed how the stress of adult life put strains upon their friendship. But she hadn’t been there from the beginning. First, she lived in the streets.

That was where the girl in the cupboard had learned about entering people’s homes, in order to ge READ MORE...