CARNAGE HOUSE

Savage Mountain

by Nikki Durbin

Pride comes before the fall.

MARCH 8

I’m not stupid. Far from it. In fact, you would be hard pressed to find someone smarter than me. That’s why I’m writing this diary. When I get out of this fucking crevasse, I’m gonna take it and publish it. A tale of survival, told in real time! And I AM goi

Hereditary

by Jay C. Alexander

Smoking kills.

FIRST, YOU LOSE YOUR GUT. That fat you had been trying to burn for months disappears, and you feel lighter than ever, even though there’s now a small lump right under your diaphragm. It looks cute. A few years later—maybe sooner if you’re lucky enough—you’re breathless after climbing up a flight of stairs. Beautif

Pigmalion

by Rosie Shrike

The perfect girl is one click away.

CONNOR SAT POISED ON his Secretlab chair like a disenchanted Roman emperor, staring disdainfully at his glowing monitors.

He glowered at the screeching female streamer in the highlight video. For one, she was too fat. She was also peppy, disgustingly so, bouncing in an effort to look attractive and babbling over the

Carmen

by E.K. Charny

It’s not a bad habit. I can stop any time I want.

CARMEN HAS A HORRIBLE HABIT of eating her skin. On the bus home, she clenches her teeth between thin layers of her inner lip. When her hands are free, she brings them to her mouth without hesitation.

It is not a nervous tic. Carmen knows, if she wants to stop, she can.

The other girls have such soft skin. Thei

The Sky Fucking Exploded

by Chris McAuley

Ground Zero, the most horrific place to be—except for the observers.

AT 11:02 A.M., MITSUKO was arguing over a bruised pear she didn’t even want. The vendor insisted it was fine. She insisted fine was a lie. Her son Akio clung to her arm, sweaty fingers digging in, his other hand gripping a paper pinwheel folded from a ration notice. He kept asking when his father would be home. She kept s

The Night Sam Popped His Cherry

by Daniel R. Robichaud

Who would you sacrifice for $100?

SAM GAPED AT HIS tío’s display of bloody devotion.

Chavez couldn’t hold the knife anymore, so it fell into the mess he’d been cutting off his flank. The flesh and blood and creamy fat had mixed into a red slurry. He looked up, lips moving as he pleaded for painkillers. The crazy Asian chick in the lat

Feeder

by Drew Nicks

What looks like horrific murder gets far stranger...

For KW

We’d received the call fifteen minutes prior, just as we were leaving Alaskan Andy’s. Peters responded to the call and tossed his half-empty coffee into a heaping trash can. He turned to me.

“Alright, man, duty calls. Let’s go.”

“What’s the call?�

Violent Content

by Adam Hunter

Pain and pleasure mix together on the screen of your computer.

THE SOLDIER FIRED HIS plasma rifle. Sweat glistened on his cheeks above the collar of his blue-and-grey European Army Corps uniform. His eyes were wide, babyish, visible markers of his prayers to see his mother. He ran through the sand, kicking up clouds of dust.

The desert extended in all directions, smothered und

Wreck Y’Self

by Christine Morgan

Check yourself before you wreck yourself, or someone else will do it for you!

WE WERE NOT on the run.

So we told ourselves, anyway. So Bulldog insisted.

And, hell, maybe some of us believed it, or wanted to. Clung to the notion like a talisman, helping us save face or ego. Holding fast to our blind trust in Bulldog, which had gotten us through plenty of scrapes before.

I