The cult section of the literary world
by Matthew Vaughn Kevin was driving down the expressway in his grey Dodge Grand Caravan. When he looked over to the van next to him he saw himself driving it. He had just come off of the ramp for Interstate 64 onto 264 West when he saw the Dodge van […]
by Grant Wamack Sherry Haueer sat on a park bench sipping on glue and flipping through the latest issue of Jigsaw Now! But she couldn’t help but admire all the beautiful couples, walking hand in hand. All of them fit together so perfectly. Sherry grew jealous of the other jigsaw […]
by Garrett Cook An Author is a Beagle As a Flying Ace Julie Newmar walks into my office. She doesn’t know that I know who she is. Because she’s wearing her costume. “Can I help you?” I ask, though I’m afraid I can’t. “There’s been a murder,” she tells me. […]
by Allen Taylor I only wanted that sense of humanity that seemed intrinsic. I’ve wanted it since I crawled out from under the toadstool that served as my shelter those initial days of my life. That’s why I roamed the aisles of the local supermarket looking for feelings. “Excuse me, […]
by Chris Swindell The Thing in the bed rolls Its one great eye around to glare at me, bloodshot and green and yellow at the edges. A mouth smiles at me, ropey lips pulling back over teeth that look like half-chewed Chiclets. A voice like a leaking faucet asks me […]
by Mark Allen Berryhill A creepy cult, a gargantuan cave, a maelstrom churning in abyssal waters, and you’re there right by my side. The adventure getting here really was something, with all the intrigue and waking nightmares and that orgy that won’t sound nearly as awkward when you’re bragging about […]
by Ross E. Lockhart “It used to start getting light again, didn’t it, right after the winter solstice? Not this year. Look out there, dark as pitch, dark as sin. You know they’re out there, waiting, hungry. Morning’s not coming. “And this side of the wall? Listen. Those idiots are […]
by Pedro Proença Mrs. Klaus was giving her third blowjob of the night when she heard a bang. The sound scared her, and made her bite down on the penis, severing it from its owner, a fat hobo. She got up and ran to her cardboard box. The fat hobo […]
by Jeremy Maddux The Turbo Dome was filled to capacity with ravenous fans who’d scrapped and saved all year to witness the spectacle that was known as Trucks ‘N Guts ‘N Stuff. TGS was a lot like the Harlem Globetrotters or professional wrestling, only the violence was real, and people […]
by David Anderson “Christmaseo Ego Resuscitabo Deus,” read Hector from the rotting tome, worms wiggling in and out of its brown carcass. It seemed more like the road kill he saw on Brazil’s Camino A Las Tierras Altas, the road to the highlands that leads out of the recessed jungle […]
by Constance Ann Fitzgerald Asleep in my bed, the sound of the front door latching shut woke me. I lay there, staring off into the shadows that were fractioned by the slits of light cast by the blinds. Then came a rustling sound, like that of a long exasperated breeze […]
Excerpt of Motherfucking Sharks by Brian Allen Carr On the ground, near a puddle, its face the smell of chocolate, a toddler toddles. See this, friend: eyes green, cheeks alight with joy. Blonde hair only ever so slightly feathered by breeze. A giggle. A tummy laugh. You ever touched a […]
Excerpt of Motherfucking Sharks by Brian Allen Carr On the ground, near a puddle, its face the smell of chocolate, a toddler toddles. See this, friend: eyes green, cheeks alight with joy. Blonde hair only ever so slightly feathered by breeze. A giggle. A tummy laugh. You ever touched a […]
by Madeleine Swann My neighbour and I were clearing out my garden for the bonfire when he fell out of the hedge. Through the smoke, I saw Dan from next door and a multi-coloured, sparkling butterfly man. “Oh, bollocks,” said the intruder, fluttering his wings, “wrong place, sorry.” With that, […]
