Vanity Kills

A Terrible Tale by Tom J Perrin

Selfie
/’sεlfi’/
Noun     Informal
A photograph that one takes of oneself, typically taken with a smartphone or webcam, and shared via Social Media

The familiar click of the camera’s shutter annoyed everyone at the table, but Chelsea didn’t care as she pouted furiously at her phone, annoyed at the standard of the selfie she’d just taken. Arching her arm above her and smiling, she experimented with various props before taking the shot. She took another shot, posing quizzically while pretending to take a bite out of her sandwich.  It’d do. She set about immediately sharing the picture around her various social media accounts, clicking away rapidly, oblivious to the fact that her social circle were actually gathered around her. Continue reading

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Pearly Grey Eyes

A Horrible Tale by Daniel Lind.

You are thirteen summers old with a skip in the step. With no customers inside, I sneak out from my corner shop to catch a glimpse of you walking home from school. Youthful pearly grey eyes sparkle in the afternoon sun.

Your magical smile conjure a tingling in my bones. Continue reading

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Snuff Love

A Sick Tale by John Rickett

Duct tape. Check.

Old VHS camcorder. Check.

Four rolls of sheet plastic. Check.

Revolver—I pop open the cylinder and count six rounds.

Check.

This is exactly what it looks like.
But it feels like someone poured powdered cement down my throat, and it’s solidified in my guts. Like someone’s rubbed my cock raw with sandpaper. Like a bowling pin lodged in my ass, sideways. Continue reading

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Teaching Junior

A Twisted Tale by Alex Maher

Big John Miller loved Sundays.

That was when young John Miller Junior would come over and hang out in the shed with Ol’ Grandad. Margaret, his wife of fifty-three years, and Phillipa, his daughter, would be inside getting Sunday dinner ready. They would be chopping and preparing vegetables and cakes for dessert. They would be talking about whatever girls talked about when they chopped and prepared, and he would get to hang out with John Junior for the day.

His thoughts turned to Margaret’s sweet lemon meringue pie. The lemon so tart it would turn your belly button inside out and the meringue so sweet you’d think it was a Disney movie. His mouth watered and his tummy let out an involuntary rumble, much to Junior’s amusement Continue reading

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Hunger

A Twisted Tale by J Saler Drees

When Makar was a baby in a Russian orphanage rats chewed on his face, leaving him for the rest of his life with a crumpled ear, missing nostril and disfigured lips. Growing up, his face gained him more pity rather than love, until he finally found Griselda. Griselda who now wants him to spend the night again. They rest in her bed after having sex, his arms wrapped about her pillowy body, squeezing her soft flesh tight.

Usually he’d say yes, of course he would, but tonight is different. Tonight is the night of no moon. And he can’t stay or she’ll find out he turns into a rat. And if she finds out he’s a rat she’ll no longer want to be with him. And worse, he thinks she’s the one he wants to marry, the one he can see spending the rest of his life with. He’s thirty, has a steady job as an accountant, and ready for commitment. Except, how can he ever tell her that on the night of no moon, every month he turns into a rat from sun down till sun up? To tell her is a risk he’s not willing to take.  Continue reading

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The Demon of Madrid

A Dark Tale by John Bryant

The waiter nodded toward a solitary, unremarkable man—dark glasses, grey hair cropped close—seated at a table near the farthest edge of the patio. “That is Senor de Ortiz,” he said to the Condesa. “He is unorthodox and…selective about whom he assists.” Remembering himself, the waiter added, “Your ladyship will be eminently acceptable, I’m sure.”

The Condesa handed the waiter a coin without further acknowledgment, and crossed the patio to the seated figure. Although she sought to be discreet, her aristocratic bearing announced her arrival.

Senor de Ortiz held an unfiltered cigarette between stained fingers, his head tilted toward the distant sound of a flute. Continue reading

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Peaches

A Horrific Story by P.C. Newland

In my mind’s eye I’m smoking a cigarette. I’m sitting on a porch swing in rural Georgia, or someplace like it, where sun-ripe peaches sit in rosy rows on whitewashed railings. A place with sugary sweet tea, so much ice clinking in the glass it sounds like church bells. A place that smells like jasmine. Somewhere I can sit and watch kids play on a hand-me-down swingset or grab jacks off the cracked sidewalk; where the hot, damp air melts any impression of thought or wish or regret and all you do is just exist.

Somewhere not at all like this. Continue reading

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Call Another Time

A Poem by Gary Beck

I kissed the rosey cheek of death
before he could prevent me.
He glared at my impertinence.
No sentimental outbursts please.
I do my job without display,
in sleepless hours night and day. Continue reading

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The Carnival of Dreams

A Macabre Poem by Gary Priest

The pier sulks like a shipwreck on the crooked coastline.
Neon has expired from its once rainbow sweet sign.
“Come Enter The Carnival of Dreams” it expounds.
Beneath this evil edifice lie bodies broken and drowned.

The barker steps up in white topper and tails.
A smile on his face and blood beneath his fingernails.
“Come dreamers and lovers and give in to your desire.”
He weaves a song with his words that twist like piano wire. Continue reading

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Froth

A Twisted Tale by T.L. Krawec

Vicky was alone. Vicky was cold and bored.
Vicky had been waiting a few weeks for this, which was unusual. Normally she’d get the first fuck over with as soon as possible because most of them were poseurs, just boys really; boys who acted like men but couldn’t do much other than sweat, groan, slap and make demeaning comments.
This process helped to sort them out into neat piles: ‘no’s and ‘hell no’s.
What was different about David? Well, he had that cute little stammer, and he couldn’t quite meet your eye. He was vulnerable and needy. There was something about him… like there was a hidden tiger behind his nylon ties and creased shirts. And he did strange things like give out business cards which were totally invented.
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