Decay

Jim worked in a field that left his definition of “deceased” a little blurred. It had sort of called to him ever since he was a child – that desire to distort the line between life and death, to explore what he could outside the bounds of “nature.” His father had been a pious man, […]

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Self Goretrait

Warning: Blood, gore, organs   I’m Kelly, a bisexual cis woman with bipolar disorder, and you can find more of my work on my twitter or my art tumblr. If you’re a fan of my work, I currently offer commissions! Watch out! My art isn’t often the kind you can safely enjoy at work! I’m […]

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Creator Profile: GRYPT

Their Twitter bio reads an “unholy trinity based in LA creating music + interactive”. Having been together since 2013, GRYPT is more than just a band. They are also writers as well as sound designers. Their music is available on Spotify, with the first chapter of their monthly horror serial available on Bandcamp. This mysterious […]

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Worms 1

  hello, i’m nick! i’m an ftm man born and raised in nyc, and my favorite art topics are ultraviolence, body horror, decomp, and general gross crap that isn’t appropriate to talk about with your dad at the dinner table. at the moment, you can catch me on twitter or on my art tumblr. i […]

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Scrawling

By:  Emilie V Sovis I – The Parchment          The silence drives me to desperation. I am here in the dark, with little left of life but a desire to end the madness. Here is my final hope, my last call into the darkness that crawls ever closer to me. This is my recollection and […]

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Devilbabes n Jawboys

Hi! I’m Francine Queen, or Witnesstheabsurd on tumblr and Personfaces on twitter! I was invited to produce a piece for Genderterror and couldn’t be more happy to contribute – the inherent beauty of “monstrosity” or the grotesque has been an intrinsic element of my work for the full span of my career and likely, always […]

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All The Hungry Ghosts

Wait to be consumed. Emile’s apartment is stripped down. You were supposed to meet him this morning for burgers, so you could talk about the latest news of the of the condemned hospital down the street. He never showed up, and now he’s missing. Every trace of him is gone, all but for papers scrawled […]

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Going Home

Alexander heard one word inside himself over all the pain and guilt and uncertainty. One simple word, a name he’d since forgotten. Joshua.

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