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…