Fiddler on the Roof meets Carrie
Everyone who entered and was brave enough to make a film in 48 hours deserves a review.
She lets her hands play across the ancient rind and she speaks her wish again.
CLASH knows you’re creative, so let’s share that awesomeness with the world!
Steve McQueen was a fuckin’ superman. He was the single greatest guy who ever existed.
For the whole month of November, we want to hear your odd Thanksgiving stories, be they real or the product of your own twisted minds
Do they more than whisper?
Here, a maiden’s face is held like a pearl, a fire under his furnace
What immediately stood out was Grenn’s effortless proficiency with rope and knot
The Willow-Witch has been tapping on my window for weeks
It is a monster who lives here
in your home and in your heart
In the Rim, shadows would float above them
Monique is an exciting new voice in Latinx fiction.
you crept out of me,
nestled in crimson
where lung met trachea
Sometimes I think about the seven known gates of hell and I wish I could kiss you at every one of them
“I’m not a vampire. I’m afraid my appetites run so much deeper.”
Halloween is coming. The time of year when we take our worst fears and transform them into cute dancing skeletons, fake blood fountains, plastic tombstones with puns on them, and sexy-scary costumes of vampires and lingerie kitties.
But do not be deceived,
she’s all witch, conjure.
These movies are unique, horrifying, and dare to scare like so few do
I remember meeting Michael. He was a lot smaller than I thought he would be. Not that I thought he would be a big guy. But he was petite. And not in a bad way. There’s nothing wrong with being petite. He was scrappier than I thought he would be.
Reminiscent of Clive Barker, Vidito delves into the dark corners of love, sex, and madness with language that drips raw off the page.
We want to hear your horror stories, be they real or the product of your own twisted minds.
Books to chill your bones & twist your minds from CLASH Books
This game has it all: Vampire dykes who own goth clubs who send you to cleanse haunted mansions of demons.
Sharon pooped. Then, Elizabeth pooped. Then, Sharon pooped again, ensuring the cup was overflowing.
It’s the equivalent of being pushed into the ocean without warning, and you’re forced to decide if you’re sinking or swimming—I swam.
She thought about the toasted bread that her mother made for her every morning to drink with black sage tea, but most of all, she thought about a perfect kind of love.
He Has Many Names by Drew Chial is a fresh spin on the Faustian bargain, a deal with the devil story in the age of artistic desperation.
All Hail the House Gods is a future masterpiece of Bizarro fiction.
At least when shit hits the fan I’ll have tomatoes.
Is there a Satanic conspiracy, is it all a desperate author’s insanity, or is it something else entirely?
The term “genius” gets thrown around a lot but I definitely feel Chelsea Martin is genius as fuck.
In the city where I live, I hang posters of her face on concrete walls and bus-stop shelters. We cannot forget.
“Absolutely Golden is a far-out tale that grooves right along.”
“What if Superman’s ship didn’t crash in Kansas, but landed on the other side of the world in Soviet controlled Ukraine?”
“There are plenty of zines and lit sites that give authors a platform to talk about their favorite seltzer water and convince everyone they use a typewriter, which is great and all, but that’s not what this is.”
Madeleine Swann takes every creepy online psychology test you’ve secretly wanted to try.
“Don’t you hate it when you’re a god, and you just want a sandwich from your favorite chicken joint, and you specify at the counter that you DO NOT WANT PICKLES on your sandwich.”
Hey DFW fans…