Will You Be My Killingtine?

  Roses are red…violets are blue…I like blood and so do you! That special day is here—the time of year when love birds exchange boxes of chocolates or romantic pieces of cardboard, because nothing says ‘I love you’, like a holiday themed card from the grocery store. Two horrifically frisky stories stain this killingtine: a

The Ugliest Ugly Sweater

A snowflake splatters against a frosted window as someone spins on their toes, then turns on the radio. “…It’s a winter wonder land, baby, oh, yeah, it’s so cold outside…frightful…” Muffled words squeeze through a closed door. “Hey Bud! The party is about to start! Get your sweater on and let’s go sip some peppermint Schnapps

Hungry

  He felt the drops plunk down on his nose. Of course, the rain would find his huge schnoz first! Her hand was grabbed as they dashed towards the widest tree in the forest. They laughed; taking shelter under its leafy canopy. He rustled through the backpack’s contents until two emergency blankets were discovered. Crinkly noises were heard

Graveyard Shift

Since working at the morgue, Elmer has learned to appreciate the dead. He looks at the clock and sighs. A few more hours until he can call it dawn.   “Okay, your move,” he says to the poker-faced corpse propped on a seat across from him, with a chessboard between them.   “Do you really

Forever Hers

Story By Poet Rummager Her name was Cara, and she loved boys. Barely seventeen years old, she had already suffered the twinges of an abandoned heart. Her father left home when she was seven, and no other man could fill his shoes. There was a photo of him on the night stand; a crumpled reminder

In the Flesh

Story by Karina Pinella   A short stack of dried human skin trimmed into 8 ½” x 11” pages sat on the desk as Walter Penn pondered on his next flesh fiction. He considered the title, Flayed Minion, in memory of the owner who was formerly bound by the parchment on which he will now

A Million Bites

The man with the knife grins.  Serrated edges dangle above a crawling body while a bullfrog croaks on top of a dead tree stump. Laughter spews out of this man’s mouth. The body flails its fleshy fins like a fish ripped out of a pond…helpless…only so much time left… He snatches a handful of hair,

Pillow Talk

She impales a sapphire encrusted silver loop through her earlobe, and then glides red lipstick across puffy lips. Black stockings constrict a pair of pale legs while she perches on stilettos.   He’s already passed out. Half empty bottle on the nightstand…same infomercial that’s been on for the past hour…drool spills onto his shoulder, absorbing

Season of Death / Ashen Field Pestilence

    A twisting black ribbon glides through the air, its shape changing to the whim of countless pests. Darren wipes his mouth and evicts flies sipping from saliva. “…I don’t think so. Not this time.” He impales a shovel into the dirt—sweat drips onto the rusted spade while Darren heaves dry soil over his