Visceral Stories

Follow Ben as he fumbles through a hail-storm life of boundary crossing, unsympathetic dysfunctional fun

La aparición de unos palíndromos causa conmoción en la vida del joven Hernández-Lago.

A young boy with mental problems obsessed with one of his classmates, driven crazy by the things he's gone through and willing to do anything to get the love of the girl he is attracted to, even giving her hell to achieve it.

Não é redenção Nem cura Não é perdão Uma poesia sobre dançar onde tentaram me apagar

Cornelius had always had a fascination with teeth. He found them to be exquisite items, though his obsession had always remained an unknown secret, even from his wife. However, once his baby is born without the bones in her gums, his secret transforms into something more sinister. He starts a collection for his little girl that he must complete, even if that means sacrificing all in his life and releasing his inner violent nature.

Bienvenido a mi perdición como narrador

A lingering story about what remains when something-or someone-starts to slip away.

Pequeños relatos nacidos del fuego lento, de los sueños que no avisan, de las memorias que no sabíamos que teníamos. En cada fragmento, una chispa: una visión, una sombra, un recuerdo, un conjuro. Historias breves como brebajes antiguos: algunos curan, otros hieren, todos despiertan. Aquí la tinta es ritual. Aquí cada historia es un fragmento del alma.

I am Vy. I am banished. I am lightning. Vy is born and subsequently banished from her home. She falls and falls beyond any reasonable velocity through space and time until she hits the ground with quite a splat. Not knowing why or how anything has happened, she put a shaky foot in front of the other for a blood soaked journey. Note: this is the first story I've really taken any time to write, this is my rough draft, so it will probably be terrible, but I think I have a story worth telling. Note2:I will include a song with the YouTube video function that, I think encapsulates the tone of the part. Probably will be rock/metal but I'm positive there will be exceptions. I also made a Spotify play list of the same title as this story songs are in the order of parts: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3q64qVCKHgjExGMK23ABmE?si=vFQz531vQBCMm91VQwOQDw Note3: please feel free to leave some criticism, and vote on my story if you like. My fragile ego appreciates it.

A collection of poems I wrote so that it would leave me alone. Some of these should have stayed in my head Read if you're not afraid to feel something.

Unimportant poems.

Maxine Lee has lost her memory, her hand, and nearly her life. Organ failure is imminent, but that may be the least of her concerns when her would-be-killer returns to finish the job. ****** Beautiful cover done by @scmimi|

Historia corta sobre amor visceral

When a man's decaying world finally turns against him, his insides take matters into their own hands. 🩸 In a surreal journey of flesh and filth, the boundaries between nightmare and reality blur, leaving him to face the sinister aftermath of what happens when the body decides to revolt. 😱🫀

Hanna is a romantic. A believer. An artist who sees the world in fragments of "Halves" and "Quarters." She thought she knew what to expect from her freshman year. She didn't expect Mr. Flash. He's a walking adrenaline rush with a gaze that feels like a premonition. One touch, and Hanna sees the tragedy waiting for them at the finish line. Desperate to change her own ending, Hanna leans into the safety of Mr. Red-the guy with the strawberry-blonde hair, the motorcycle, and a heart that beats in sync with her own. It's easy. It's steady. It's perfect. But can you ever really paint over a masterpiece that fate already sketched out?

Letters unsent to readers unknown for reasons unsaid.

In the distant future, there is no hope. There is only chaos. I was not given a choice but I will take my choice, by force if I must.