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sitara-dawn

That depends on how you define “good”. Most of them are gross for the sake of it but there can be societal messages under that.

But I suppose “The Playground” by Aron Beauregard? It involves torturing children tho and one very disgusting elderly woman.

This guy does some good reviews that include splatterpunk. The first one I listened to was “The Slob”, which is good in its own way but there were definitely some parts that made me sick, as I’m very sensitive to cruel treatment of the unborn.

“Woom” is another interesting one as it involves connecting stories centered around one room at a hotel. I’d say this one is the most tragic yet shockingly sweet one of the bunch as the stories are framed by a man telling these stories to a prostitute as he, well, prepares her for a large insertion. But what I like about it is that the prostitute is, well, actually a really kind woman with high empathy and the guy isn’t cruel, in spite of the warped thing he has planned for her, and the ending is… Well, hopeful in a fucked up way? I don’t want to spoil it. It’s probably the least viscerally graphic and the fucked up shit is more due to circumstances than deliberate torture.

Thematically, Woom has more meaning behind it and stuck with me, even if it isn’t the most graphic.

Anyway, the reviewer I linked to has covered all of these books. I haven’t actually read many of them myself cuz it’s easier to just listen to the reviews and I get the story just fine, but still, this would be a good start, I think!

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bonsaitreehouse

NEW ARTICLE (90 mins long): A painful and laborious dissection of the surprisingly boring ‘The Painter’ by UrbanSpook

WARNING, VERY NSFW TOPICS INBOUND:

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martian-invasion

Imagine if the rapture happened but it only took your bones and it pulled them upwards out of your body. Wouldn’t that be gross.

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aidenemesser
aidenemesser

Murder Twinks cover reveal and ARC call!

Look at this gorgeous cover by Vichblen! I love it!


This book is queer, violent, gory, and cute all at once


I’m so excited for you all to meet my new trio of menaces.


Coming out on March 25th!


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Blurb:

Levi

I love pain. I think. I’ve never actually had a chance to experiment with it, or with my newfound bisexuality for that matter, but that’s going to change. I just met this amazing couple online, Milo and Arson. They’re so confident and hot, I can’t believe they took an interest in me! I might have lied to them a little bit, leading them to believe I was experienced when I’m … not. At all. But I’m sure they’ll never find out.

What I didn’t expect was the murder spree that followed.


Milo

I love pink, glitter, frilly skirts, violence, and being in control. My boyfriend, Arson, loves my sadistic tendencies, but the little brat has brutal tendencies of his own that I’m unwilling to fulfill. When we meet Levi online, the perfect opportunity to explore them together arises.


Arson

Yes, that’s my name. I chose it myself after coming out. I love it when my boyfriend, Milo, takes control and leaves me a sobbing mess, but I’d like to be the one putting someone in this state sometimes. Levi claims to love pain as much as I do, if not more. Milo and I are going to have so much fun together with him!

The story of three twinks exploring the depths of their desires and committing murders while healing their respective traumas in the process.

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pinocchiosyndromepinkguts
pinocchiosyndromepinkguts

Quotes from Colt Skinner’s “Red laces” that made me so sad my eyes watered and i had to wipe them to keep reading

Spoilers of course, link to ebook at the bottom, SUPPORT SMALL SPLATTERPUNK PRESSES TO FIGHT AMAZON’S INCONSISTANT APPLICATION OF CONTENT GUIDELINES TO FAVOR TRADPUB WORKS!

“My grip loosens. The man pats my hand like he would a child,
and I release him fully.”/“I feel bubbly all of a sudden, and I fumble the next words that come out of my mouth. “It’s a real honor to meet you, sir.””/“Darcy throws his arm around my shoulder and squeezes me. He’s stronger than he looks, and I realize now how powerful he must be underneath that suit. Usually I hate being touched, but not by Darcy. He feels comfortable, even safe.
” - Meeting his groomer’s groomer

We share the cocaine, the partying, and our worldview, but the rest of us are simply not like Rocket. At his core he is a rich kid from a good
home, and deep down, Rocket knows that if he gets arrested tonight
his daddy will bail him out of jail and everything will be fine. This
is an adventure for him, a continuation of the party he has been at
all night, but for us this is a job. I need this gig to pay the rent, Fez
needs gas money, Mark needs booze, and Wily and Ponce have some
scheme cooking-up that is probably related to drugs. Whatever the
reasons, the rest of us need this night to go well, and moreover, if
we get pinched there will be no daddies coming to our rescue. We
will bear the full weight of our crimes.”/“I am nothing to the
owner of that Land Rover, just a shadow in
the dusk.”- Hes clearly mad about class inequality as somebody in poverty and coped by absorbing the grooming that being white made him special or elevated his class

“One of the more recent pictures is of a
young girl who is maybe eight or nine, sitting on the bench in the
garden, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland while the old man
looks over her shoulder. I can tell the girl is happy that he’s standing
beside her, that she feels safe around him. Her smile makes me think
about the men in my own life, the ones who raised me and mentor
me now. There isn’t a single one of them I have ever felt that safe
around. I resent the little girl’s serenity so much that tears begin to
sting at m
y eyes.” Later mirrored with the passage “Chaim keeps his eyes on Ibolya and the child, but reaches back offering to take my hand once again. I remember the feeling I had moments ago, when I held his hand. The strength of it, the safety it carried. It felt like I had known his touch my entire life. So I reach out, craving that feeling once again, and take his offering.”

“I take a step towards Rocket, till our noses are almost touching, and ask, “How hard do you need to press against a man’s throat in order to cut him open?”
Rocket finally looks me in the eyes, but not in a steadfast way
he thinks he does. Trying to be tough, he answers, “Not as hard as
you might think.”
I press my forehead into his and push him backwards. “No, shit
head! You have to press REALLY FUCKING H
ARD!””- Trauma reaction to the crime that earned him his place in the hierarchy which is never explained explicitly, only that he murdered an indigenous man at the order of his groomer when he was roughly 13

“You don’t give a shit about your people, and you don’t give a shit about fascism or national socialism or white power or anything else. If you didn’t have an ideology to justify your actions, you’d still be a vile person; running around and beating up people who can’t defend themselves. You’re the type of man who marries a woman because he knows she will let him hit her. You probably bullied all of the special needs children in your school growing up, and tore the wings off of
ladybugs. Just look at yourself now, looming over a half-asleep old
man, ready to do what exactly
?“ Condemnation by victim, later mirrored in the passage "My thumbs find his windpipe, and my fingers sense his arteries. I squeeze. My body tenses, ready to absorb an onslaught of clawing and punching that I’m sure will happen as Rocket defends himself, but that onslaught never comes. Instead, Rocket looks at me with sadness and understanding. He knows that he has gotten too deep into something that he had no business being a part of. Rocket thought our thing was about hardcore punk rock, slutty white trash girls, stimulants, getting into fights and white power cosplay, but it’s not. My style, my music, they are only an aesthetic. Lieblich was right, at my core I am a violent hateful beast who takes pleasure in harming other people, and no matter what my background, beliefs, or subculture are, I will always find excuses to hurt people.”- Total sacktap to the ASPD, mirrored in the ending with the passage that concludes with the thesis statement “The soldier in the trench coat approaches, and our eyes meet. I see hatred and disgust in his gaze, but behind that I see the same fears I have known my entire life. He is a low-man, crippled by anxiety, desperate to rid himself of the terrors he has felt every singleday of his life, and happy to point the finger and blame the other.
This is what Lieblich saw when he looked into my eyes; the
coward hiding behind the anger. Unlike me though, this man’s stare
holds something far more dangerous than anything I have ever been able to offer. It holds power.
He’s not like me. He doesn’t allow his anger and hatred to
control him, exploding wherever he is challenged. He is not like
Kingston either, pretending to be hardcore while hiding in his house
and submitting to the will of the state by taking down flags from his
front yard. In all my years in the movement, I have never seen
someone with eyes that were so brutal. This man could kill me right
here right now, and he knows that if he did, he would suffer no
consequences. He is dangerous because someone has given him real
powe
r, and it affords him the confidence to kill anyon
e he wants.” When, after killing his friend for “cosplaying” he realizes the weighted reality of what HE has been in his own words “cosplaying”

“Kingston plays with the tab on his beer can. Finally, he leans in
towards me, and commands me to look him in the eyes without ever
telling me to. “If he’s rattled, then you’re gonna have to handle it.
You know that right?”
I nod, and realize now that I came here, because I knew what
needed to be done, but had to hear Kingston say it.
My mentor points at my boots with his can. “Don’t worry
though, you’re the type of guy who takes care of business, that’s
how you earned those. You’ll be fine.””/“Kingston plays with the hem of his gym shorts thoughtfully, and I know he’s thinking about whether or not to tell me the next part.
Finally, he nods, as if in affirmation with himself, and continues. “I
killed her. I just walked right up to her and started choking her. She
was so scared of what was happening that I guess she just let me do
it. That or she knew her husband was already gone and figured she
should join him. I don’t know. That moment taught me that I was different from the other guys. Sure, Donny killed the husband, but he hadn’t meant to, and he got spooked right away. Not me though, I stayed cool, saw what needed to be done, and did it. Just lik
e you, Tank.”- His groomer orders him to kill his friend in the previous scene

"I feel myself blush. People don’t usually praise me this way, and
I have no idea how to react. Sometimes, after a show, I get
approached by folks with fawning placations. They tell me how
intense my music is, or ask me about my lyrics, but the conversation
always comes back to the way they enjoy my art or the way they
receive my message. I don’t feel like Darcy is blowing smoke up my
ass just to get close to me, I feel like he wants me to understand my
worth. Kingston tries to do the same, but I always feel like I am
thirty seconds away from getting a Glasgow-kiss from him, or being
asked to do something demeaning. In contrast, Darcy is safe, and he
wants me to know that I have value. I think Darcy senses how I’m feeling, so he squeezes my shoulder a little
tighter.”- Naïve belief that his groomers care for him and dont just see him as an expendable tool, foreign to the concept of affection that isn’t earned in some horrible way or mixed with abuse.

“Miles hero-worships me. He spends whole afternoons as my
shadow, following me throughout the apartment, asking random
questions, trying to garner information about my life outside of the
family. He wants to know who I really am, and I don’t mind that he
wants to know that. He’s a good kid. He’ll make an excellent soldier
one
day.”- intent to groom 11 year old brother

“He didn’t hate me or anything, I was just the thing
that got between him and pussy. But, like I said, Tom wasn’t so bad.
Tom drank, but not like my father drank. Tom yelled, but not like my
dad yelled. And my father used to hit me too, hard enough that I
would see stars and sometimes piss myself.
One day when I was seven, I came home from school and he
was just gone. I was ecstatic. He called a few times after that, but
otherwise he was in the wind. When I was thirteen he got sober and
tried to reconnect. Things were good between us for a while, but
eventually he started missing days with me, and one weekend he
held a gun to his head while ranting about the Illuminati, so that was
the last time I ever saw him.”/“I remember how terrifying those nights were when mom was gone and I had to stay by myself in this black apartment, alone with the knowledge that no one was there to protect me. If I leave Miles now, he will be alone with his thoughts for hours and another part of his childhood will die. I walk over and ruffle up his dark hair. He doesn’t look up at me, doesn’t say anything more. As the apartment door closes I hear a single sob coming from the couch, but there is nothing I can do abou
t that now”-Never had a positive male role model, MAJOR factor in who hate groups target for grooming, the math in this chapter also makes him 15 or 16 max, no idea how to nurture because he never experienced it, setting Miles up to be equally vulnerale

“I don’t know exactly what they
did to Eli, but I know that he was the first boy from our
neighborhood to become skinny at the camp. I know that every time
I saw him, he had new bruises and welts, and that he was always
shivering. Eventually his eyes became cloudy, then they turned red
and gray. I know that towards the end, the outer layer of his skin
rotted away, and he stunk so badly of decay that I knew where he
was before I ever saw him coming. Eli was fifteen years old when they brought him to Auschwitz–Birkenau, and he died in as much pain as any human being I have ever known"/“I have been taken back to a horrid time, damned to suffer the same fate of Eli Lieblich, who, as his brother Uri described just before I murdered him, died in as much pain as any human who ever
lived.”- another confirmation of age as 15. At one point a soldier comments on wanting him as a “pet” implying intended SA as part of the inflicted torture.

“That is when I lose myself in anger and become a passenger in
my own body. A dark ring forms around my vision, and it feels like
I am watching a movie from the inside of my own head. I see myself
hitting the old man, but can’t feel it. I know that I am using as much
strength as I am capable of, but I don’t choose the amount of forc
e.” Triggered to violent homicidal meltdown when brainwashing is challenged by coming face to face with a holocaust survivor when he does not believe the genocide actually took place unable to cope with what hes been representing if it did in fact happen as the man tells his story.

““You had help,” I say, with venom. “Your kind sticks together.
Some synagogue probably fixed you up with a job, helped you get
your paperwork sorted out, gave you a place to stay, all that shit.”
“That’s just a community,” he responds, still looking into the
embe
rs.”- Tank is so forsaken his entire life other than by groomers that he believes community aid is conspiracy bitter that nobody ever offered him help in life other than groomers who demanded a traumatic price

“My bubbling and blackened skin sloughs away as the flames move onto my muscles. The jelly inside my eyes boils, then bursts. My dick shrivels into charred nothingness. A random thought pops into my head, a piece of trivia I acquired during my life. When you are burned alive, the pain is only supposed to last a few seconds because the nerve
endings die so quickly. But my nerve endings never die. I feel the
pain, all of it, until my bones crack into ashes and I fade to nothin
g” -Metaphorical sacrifice by groomers made literal, also notable “Holocaust” comes from an ancient term for mass sacrifice by fire.


The whole short story is SO worth a download and supporting small indie splatterpunk presses takes the monopoly away from Amazon who only carry splatterpunk by Tradpub authors to allow them to corner the market while subjecting indie works to content restrictions intended to apply to erotica regardless of context. I hope to query my next piece to them potentially, and my debut as well when i get back the rights from KDP. Would love other recommendations for small splatterpunk distributors to consider as well

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pinocchiosyndromepinkguts

Red Laces by Colt Skinner is actually ripping my heart out of my chest review coming when i finish these last two or so chapters but there are lines in this book that made me so fucking sad it was nauseating without being cheesy for a second.

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cosmic-kj3

I just read Woom by Duncan Ralston and wow. Holy fucking shit.

Granted I did already know what happens because I watched an analysis video on it but DAMN

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agressivemenace
agressivemenace

100% Match

“Before going to bed, I send an email to my senator telling him he’ll be assassinated in thirteen days.”

TW/CW: Mention of past suicide, mention of dead animal, mention of gun violence against children, allusion to kidnapping, mention of cruelty to animals, mention of child death, mistreatment of dead body, mention of SA, ingestion of bodily fluids, absurd torture

A bald, overweight fry cook with a depraved mind conducts research in order to find his perfect match


(all mentions of upsetting content will be marked with this color of text)


Book Summary:

We follow Bart, a middle aged fry cook who is looking for love. He begins his day telling us the statistics of what women look for in a man (body type, penis size and occupation) all things that he falls short on. He gets ready for the day brushing his teeth, putting on deodorant and describing to us how he saves the tissues in a ziploc bag when he blows his nose.

Great stuff Bart.

Bart works at Jim’s Burger Joint which is described as “Mangle County’s Best Burger!” over his breakfast we get more of Bart’s internal monologue. He’s very knowledgeable about the statistics of women and what they like about men, every thing he does from his perfectly balanced breakfast to his masturbation sessions is done with precision, in the hopes that he will meet “the one” and he must be ready when he does. He specifically curates his routine, his interests and even his thoughts into morphing himself into the ideal male specimen. 

As Bart leaves for work he reveals to us that he does live in a rather nice home, left to him by his mother who drank cyanide laced tea and died. We also learn that he is very serious about his physical health, walking to work each day and doing lunges and shadow boxing on his lunch breaks.

We also learn that he does not like cats, that a few times he has masturbated to his 80 year old neighbor, and that Bart seems to love putting gross things in his ziploc bag because he crushes a cricket under his shoe and puts it in there with the tissue.

When Bart arrives at work we meet his boss Jim who is described as pompous, loud mouthed and vulgar, and Hector a perpetually late Latino toker with tons of tattoos.

The work day starts with Hector taking orders and Bart slinging patties on the grill, though we soon learn that our good friend Bart is not the model citizen we previously thought as he reveals that he ejaculates into the kitchen’s mayo jars, and then cooks his snot tissue into the burger and sprinkles the cricket guts over the side of large fries.

We then learn that this is something he does throughout the day, taking whatever gross things he can find and mixing them into people’s orders.

At noon we meet Lacy a “slutty” girl who smells like diapers and cigarettes. A poor single mother with no baby daddy.  But before we can get to know more about her Bart’s shift ends and he goes home to….poop in a bag and save it, admire a dead dog he has in his fridge and….oh watch a documentary. Completely normal.

Oh and then he shoots the kid he has chained up in his basement before going to bed.

Our next chapter opens with Bart telling us about Debra, a blonde department store worker who dreamed of being a doctor that he once went on a date with. Debra checked a lot of the boxes that Bart looked for in a girl, and she had a lot of the indications of someone who would do good in a long term relationship. 

They went to Applebees though honestly I would have chosen Chili’s. 

The night goes well, and it might have been happily ever after except Debra didn’t laugh at one of Bart’s jokes….And then two days later Debra died because someone had replaced the perfume in her bottle with hydrofloruic acid. 

Strange

The next day at work Bart finally finds a purpose for the dead dog as the first customer of the day orders six cheeseburgers! Lacy complains about her baby and after work Bart goes grocery shopping. He notices a couple of women in the store, an elderly Asian and a younger Latina but quickly deduces that neither of them would make a suitable mate. Bart is trying to finish up his grocery shopping when he runs into Mr. Higgins his middle school principal.

They chat for a moment and Bart reveals his dream is to become a teacher before its time for him to check out and leave. 

While leaving the parking lot he sees a woman drop her wallet and ever our good samaritan he retrieves it and quickly returns it to the woman who albeit frightened at first is timid and relieved at the kind gesture. Bart gives her a once over and she seems to have a lot of desirable attributes, conservative clothes and appearance, nice hair, well groomed. 

But alas Bart is unable to speak and the woman goes inside the store and he defeatedly heads home. He kicks at a cat in his yard before scooping it up, feeds it some milk and tuna, and watches tv.

And then he…oh yes! Hacks up the dead kid in the basement and puts him in freezer bags. Before heading to take a shower.

In the next chapter Bart tells us about another woman. Wendy, whom he met online, who had dark hair and clothes and considered herself a poet who once again checked many of Bart’s boxes. They seemed to really hit it off, texting constantly every single day, Bart trying to make sense of her poems. Eventually he convinced her to meet in person, and they did at a local seafood restaurant. It doesn’t take Bart long to realize however that he has been catfished, Wendy is older than advertised. But they both try to make good of the situation and sit and talk and eat. 

Wendy then reveals that she has 5 children.

Bart immediately leaves

And then later that night Wendy, all 5 of her children, and three apartment residents die in a fire.


The next day Bart must order an Uber to work because it is raining. Once at work Bart gets vats of chili ready for a chili dog sale, adding of course a few pieces of his own feces into the mixture. What you didn’t think he just pooped in bags for fun did you?

We then learn he also has cat meat on him. And here I thought he might keep Whiskers as a pet.

Throughout the day Hector brags about his sexual escapades and Bart keeps the chili full of his…well yknow. We then learn about another employee, Rico who only works weekends.

And everyone save for Bart has a bowl of chili. Oh wait never mind he actually does eat some.

During the last few minutes of his shift Bart is flabbergasted when Hector tells him that the woman whose wallet he returned the other night is in the store asking for him. The woman thanks him again and introduces herself as Sara and Bart, oh what a little cutie he’s so shy and surprised and bashful he can barely speak!

Once Bart is able to spit out his own name she asks him for a coffee date. They agree to meet the next day ten am at a local place.

And our dear Bart is just on cloud nine, he practically dances home and rifles through his closet trying to decide what to wear. Eventually Bart is able to pick out his outfit, and then he unwinds by watching another documentary and, oh I’ve never tried this hack, drinking his own piss! 

And then just before drifting off to sleep he then sends a death threat email to his senator and puts a finger in his butt. Maybe an insomnia cure to try?

The next morning is the big day! Bart is extra careful when he shaves, making sure he’s well groomed and smells amazing. He watches some surgery videos while he gets ready and spiffy. This time however Bart decides to drive, he doesn’t usually because he got his license revoked some time ago, but his mothers old Buick starts right up and he’s off!

Bart is pleased that Sara is also dressed nicely but casually as they wait to order Bart graces us the reader with the wonderful little tidbit that the girl behind the counter is the same girl whose dog he murdered last year by chopping all of its legs off.

Not to be confused however with the dog that Bart had in his fridge a few days ago.

Sara and Bart order and share some small talk about the weather, Sara’s garden, art and each others outfits and then Bart shares about his current career and his teaching goals. Sara then shares that she herself is a kind of teacher, one who makes instructional videos that she promises to elaborate on later.

We then learn that Bart most likely killed almost all of his family over the years when Sara asks about any relatives. Sara too is single with no family nearby though thankfully not murdered.

They share their hobbies with each other, and towards the end of their date Sara asks for Bart’s phone number and before Bart can even wonder if he should be asking her for a second date already Sara invites him to come to her place the following day to watch a movie.

Bart is thrilled.

Bart is not thrilled when he gets pulled over at the start of the next chapter. Bart is more displeased that it is a blonde woman as she asks for his license and registration. She looks over the documents and informs him that his passenger’s brake light is out.

Bart’s relief turns to panic as she starts heading to her car to run his license. 

But Bart ever the clever man asks the officer if she can help him inspect the light, by opening the trunk and shining her flashlight inside. And as she’s bent over inside of it Bart smashes her over the head with a crowbar and dumps her unconscious body inside and leaves. 

Halfway home the officer comes to and begins to shoot through the trunk into the car, but Bart with a gun of his own fires back killing the woman.

That night Bart celebrates his second date with Sara by bathing in his own feces and violating the officers deceased body with her night stick while he watches tv.

Our next chapter begins at Sara’s house! Sara lives cleanly, and comfortably. As Sara brews tea she asks Bart about his night and they talk about Sara’s garden, music and Sara’s family while they sip their warm tea.

But its only minutes later that Bart begins to feel extremely tired and groggy, yawning and slurring his words before he thinks about the cruel irony that his drink had been drugged before passing out.

Bart wakes up naked and strapped to a table with Sara wearing a black dominatrix latex suit. With Sara telling him he’s going to be a part of her newest lesson, pointing to a camera recording in the corner. Bart notices another camera along with a row of torture devices, whips and saws and chains etc.

Bart is confused on whether this is a sex thing or not as Sara whips him, calls him naughty, whispers in his ear that he is actually her good boy and then puts a funnel in his mouth so he can swallow her puke.

And it doesn’t get much better from there.

Sara smashes his balls with a hammer, saws off his toes, pokes his eyes with needles, all of which are requests from patrons paying to see these things done to him. She pulls out his teeth, puts screws in his nose and….and..

And cuts off his penis….sticks it up his own butt…then shoves a dildo in there….to shove everything in really far. 

Actually a lot of things get shoved in Bart’s butt.

And then she pulls out knives and starts exploring his insides.

As Bart dies he dwells on how a very small percentage of women make snuff films and what a shame it was that one of those women happened to be, his 100% match.


Personal Thoughts

I did not like this book. If you could even call it a book, ninety pages. A short story if anything. Splatterpunk itself is a genre that relies on grotesque violence, obscene acts and just shock value writing in general. That’s not the problem, I think the story itself could do with it being longer? It read like an edgy teen in creative writing class trying to come up with the most digusting things he could put within his maximum number of allowed pages.

It started off well and quite descriptive I did like the character quirk of Bart constantly ticking of statistics about men and women and dating in his head throughout everything he does in life and I like how it seemed things were going to be more fleshed out with little snippets in the beginning pages that Bart (full name Bartholemew Bartley) which I also liked is not a good person.

But then it delved into just things because gross for the sake of being gross and it came across as the author trying to one up every act in every chapter and just piling on to the fact that Bart is gross and violent. It would have been fine if Bart was a guy looking for love who also was kind of gross and fed people dead bugs and was awkward around women and killed them when their dates didn’t go right and maybe was enough of a sadist to kick a cat or watch gross videos but it was like

“Oh yeah he uh he jacks off at work into the food! And…oh yeah and he feeds people poop, and he has poop baths! And drinks his pee! And he killed his whole family mwahahaha and he watches gore because he’s so edgy.”

I like splatterpunk as a genre and maybe its because this book was so short but yeah it’s like it was written by some “misunderstood” middle schooler because the gross acts themselves could have been part of the larger story but it was just too damn short for anything to happen. Like why did he have a kid in his basement, peeking into the lives of his co-workers or just more about his job in general, his family was kind of skimmed over at the end which was disappointing.

I know that again splatterpunk isn’t really usually about the story but if you want me to like something that I’ve read I need to feel engaged with it, I didn’t know going in that it was going to be so short so I was excited waiting for the build up of him telling us about past dates and setting the scene at his job and now with a new woman Sara and then it just…ended.

And speaking of Sara, her character alone is why this book needed to be longer. I kind of saw her twist coming from a mile away when she invited him to her house immediately after meeting him. When she mentions her instructional videos my first thought was that she like Bart is a sadistic psychopath and Bart would accidentally find out but he’d love it and happily ever after etc. When he’s at Sara’s house and she asks what he did last night I kind of was like “oh maybe the cop was a family member? Maybe she saw something? Maybe she’s known all this time and has been tracking him?”

And then he wakes up in her snuff dungeon which like okay yes I loved that Bart got tortured and died but thats it? A page and a half description of her torturing him if you could even call it that because its just more mindless edgy slop.

“Hehe she cut his toes off….oh and uh stabbed his eyes….yeah yeah and then she cuts his dick off! Oh and then puts it in his butt…with a dildo!” Like i genuinely was laughing my ass off at the absurdity of it. Which I guess is another good thing I can say, the book made me laugh.

But the writing genuinely didn’t really let me enjoy it, Bart describes the acts he does not with any description but just in simplistics. “I led her to the trunk and then I hit her over the head and then I drove away and then I shot her and then I got home and had a poop bath” which just left me to skim through his lines, the chapter would be normal and then would have some random “I shot a kid, I drink pee” line thrown in at the end that just completely threw me into hysterics, and if the authors goal was to just write a ridiculous book then hey 5/5 stars it was!

But many reviews I read before reading this book were heavy on the “this is disgusting, it made me never want to eat fast food again, this book is disturbing” and maybe it WOULD have been those things if the writing was just overall better in every way.


Rating: 3/10

Would I Reccomend this to someone: If you’re looking for a short one sitting read that will make you laugh and say “what the fuck” a few times then yeah you’ll love it! The acts themselves are described so casually and usually in just a one off sentence that I don’t think even if you are triggered by whats in the tags above you’d be uncomfortable. But if you’re looking for a genuinely good extreme horror book please look elsewhere.


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So I finished Playground by Aron Beauregard! It was as silly from start to end as I’d expected— that first Geraldine chapter was the hardest to get through as it was like a yardstick of ‘if you can get through this the rest of the book will be a breeze’ because literally none of the deaths grossed me out that badly 🤣

Check the TWs before you pick up this book btw

The writing made all of it easier to get through as it was kinda goofy in a self-aware way. So many unnecessary synonyms (hands are referred to as 'mitts’ several times; the phrasing really reminded me of lowbrow news articles at times). Also SO much alliteration haha, it was like every two sentences.

But I do think it’s purposeful and tongue in cheek. The many instances of 'X Character ignored Greg’ had me laughing out loud, for example. Fairly sure Aron knew the tone he wanted for this book and went balls to the wall with it

And yes, the characters were simplistic, but it’s a short book with an insane but straightforward premise. You didn’t need every character to be a fully realised figure, but the ones that mattered I felt were well done for what it’s worth

I had a lot more fun with Playground than I expected from other people’s reactions. The daft shit I needed after the books with much darker tones I’ve been reading lately

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A Stereotypikal Rom-Kom.

(Video also up on YouTube)

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I really want to get into extreme horror and Splatterpunk books. Where should I start? Should I start with the original 80s guys like David J. Schow, John Skipp, and Craig Spector or something more recent?

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I really enjoyed Pugsr’s summary of The Slob. I mean I still think the book is just torture porn and I hate it but I enjoy how Pugsr did a thorough summary without pulling any punches 

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Eat me, Brother

I’ve been reading weird books again. “Brother” by Ania Ahlborn is about a family in some woods somewhere in the mountains. One of those places where america keeps their true weirdoes. The family is poor, drunk, insane, have bad boundaries, and a variable amount of kids. They eat what they kill.

Also they’re serial killers.

They eat meat at every meal, to put it mildly.

But beside that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

We follow Michael, the youngest of the Morrow clan, who doesn’t actually want to be a serial killer, but it’s hard to leave the family business. Michael doesn’t know why things are the way they are. He tries to protect his sister, he’s dominated by his violent older brother. The parents are mostly a strange absence.

Then there are questions.

Why is Micheal the only dark-haired kid in a family of strawberry blonds? What happened to their older sister? And why is Big Bad Bro suddenly insisting they start dating some local girls?

The plot is tight, and ticks along at a decent clip. By the time the reader figures out whats going on, its way too late. If you enjoy splatter movies and don’t mind all the trigger warnings (and I do mean all of them) then by all means, read Brother. I enjoyed it, but hey, I’m a lunatic.

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My Love 💕🔐 bought me this Onyx Boox e-reader as an xmas present 🎁 I decorated it with stickers & I obsessively spend all my time reading fucked up dark romance, splatterpunk horror, fanfiction & drawing/spewing out my feelings in the sketchbook app✨️🎀📚

He really is The One ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱აִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

💕This is true love💕

Find someone who supports & validates your incredibly questionable taste in reading material💖💋

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lenidoeshorror

Hello! I am so sorry for the late reply!! I was on a hiatus from Tumblr but yes!! I’ve actually posted a review for this one on my Instagram which I will paste below

Firstly, what a trip. I will say, this book is not for the faint of heart, nor for those with a weak stomach.  When I first heard about this book, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle it. After some debating (and overly extensive research), I bought it (not to mention, the cover art is beautiful).

In this book, we follow a security guard at Preston Druse hospital (whom I will be referring to as SG for the rest of this review since we never find out his name). After hearing about SG’s mundane job in the rather uneventful hospital, he reveals to us that he has a particularly sick taste in women. He later meets Helen, a maternity doctor in the same hospital with an unusual appetite. After meeting, Helen begins to open up to SG about her inescapable hunger and they end up forming a bond. This was definitely one of the most intense books I’ve read since I got into the genre.

I really enjoyed the story being written from the perspective of SG as well. It gives us a glimpse into this character’s thought process and how he sees society. SG, as a character, is rather apathetic. He’s accepted the fact that he’s twisted and chooses to lean into it, rather than try to avoid his rampant desire. On the other hand, Helen is completely consumed by her shame. She describes herself as a monster and is constantly worried about what would happen if the truth was ever to come out (other than obvious jail time).

When I first read this, I couldn’t see past the violence and graphic details, but during my reread I learned that this story goes so much deeper and is so much more complex than I originally thought it was. We watch two seemingly opposite characters meet, the only thing relating them to each other being their sick obsessions. As they begin to bond, we see how they rub off on each other over the course of their relationship/friendship. SG, who is normally apathetic and borderline numb to everything around him, starts to actually..like..Helen. Meanwhile she, who is constantly wrapped up and drowning in her shame, guilt, and desire to be “normal”, begins to be consumed by both her hunger and obsession, throwing away her inhibitions and almost adopting SG’s mentality of “why should you care about the fact that the things you do are ‘bad’?”. This aspect of the book was incredible for me, especially during my reread where I realized that this story was so much more than I initially thought it was.

Despite these positives, I did have a hard time getting through some parts in this book. A particular part that comes to mind is the events that take place on page 96. I won’t say much other than their interests…overlap. With that, I also wasn’t a huge fan of the writing style in this book. To me, it read almost edgelord-ish. At several points it felt like it was being dramatically violent just for shock value. I think the second read definitely gave a deeper look into the actual story aspect of it rather than the dragged out violence and gore. It gets better when you look past surface level for sure. Overall, I’d rate this one a 3.5/5. If you are seasoned in the splatterpunk genre, I’d definitely give this a read.

Content warnings for this book: n*cro, cannibalism, involvement of babies, intense violence, gore

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I need like this to be a book so I am probably gonna write it

It has to have

  • Some type of horror (not psychological I hate that shit idk why but I can’t write it)
  • Vampires that follow the laws of science cuz I think it be funny
  • Romance of some kind
  • Humans not knowing who is to be the vampire (murder mystery maybe)

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In a post-apocalyptic hellscape, Doug almost succeeded in overthrowing the tyrant. Almost. Instead, he ended up forcibly married to his daughter. She claims to be on his side, feeds, bathes him, then tortures him repeatedly, until Doug can’t tell what’s real anymore





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The Cabin Fever trilogy is probably the grossest series I’ve ever seen.