The moment is finally here. After waiting so long to truly share these stories with the world, Trigger Warning, Body Horror is available for purchase!
Featuring Stories from Susan Snyder, Jeremy Megargee, and 17 other amazing writers this collection is enough to make the most jaded reader squirm. When we sent out the call for body horror, we weren’t sure what we would get in response. We had to utilize every moment to ensure that the stories that made it into this collection were not simply gross or shocking, but shockingly good as well.
I encourage you to listen to our episode of Madness Heart Radio with Susan Snyder to hear more about the fantastic imagery and craft that went into this collection. Just click the link below, and you could be squirming in your seat in minutes!
Like the remake of Pet Sematary, I’d been hearing a lot of complaints about the new Child’s Play reboot. Curious as to where all the ire was coming from, I decided to investigate fan opinions and see what was turning them off.
First, I ran a survey to see just how many horror heads were really put off by the idea of a reboot.
I’d like readers to keep in mind that the sample from the following survey was taken from horror fans specifically and does have a level of fan bias. Questionnaires of those surveyed were strictly from individuals who were NOT going to be seeing the movie. It should also be noted that the sample size fell short of the acceptable 300 sample size minimum and could show a poor sample size bias. Total Sample Size: 264
It begins with the pudding. Calvin’s heart quickens as his stubby fingers brush against the carton at the back of the fridge – how did it get there? – but disappointment awaits. He bends as far as his immense bulk allows and retrieves the container. Only a paucity of the thick, off-white treat remains; hardly a spoonful. The store it is, then.
He dresses slowly. The bending and stretching required leave him short of breath, and so he pauses before he dons his shoes. His small apartment is awash in detritus; clothes strewn on the floor, empty pizza boxes piled in one corner, sink freighted with crusty dishes. A mild mammalian odor, not dissimilar to that of a barn, permeates the air. Calvin takes all this in in a sleepy glance before he turns, exits, and locks the door behind him. Continue reading Body Horror, Part Two: Borborygmus
Empty grocery store aisles beckon, he knows it’s a trap. It’s always a trap. Somewhere in the confines of that darkened storefront, things wait to make an easy meal out of fools looking for an easy meal. All he has is a machete, and his hunger to drive him inside.
Then Something Eats Your Face…
You know, I don’t know why I like this movie so much. Maybe because it’s not just horror, but survival horror. It has that “brink of madness, human limits tested, sense of dread” that I love so much about zombie movies (when they’re done right). Kind of like The Road. That wasn’t horror, but it’s just an epic long, grueling march, right into the grave. It’s just fucking brutal. *cue Nathan Explosion*
Mondo’s house was a half-hour drive away in the Oklahoma heat, through the crumbling downtown and over the Arkansas River. On my first trip there, I tagged along with a trio of small-time criminals and county jail losers, Okies with bad teeth and oil-burning Adderall habits. That’s where Mondo came in.