The body remembers more than we want it to.
There are stories the body tells in silence-between the ribs, beneath the skin, buried deep where no mirror dares to reflect.
A Garden of Wrong Shapes explores the strange terrain where biology blurs with dread, where the familiar becomes unrecognizable, and where every heartbeat might echo with something else inside it. These are stories of quiet horror-intimate, physical, and uncomfortably human.
These are tales of quiet terrors, of intimate undoings. A collection of body horror short stories where the grotesque is not only feared-it is familiar. Each story peels back a layer: of flesh, of memory, of self. What's left behind might not be human anymore.
But it will feel like it always wanted to be.
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Content Warning:
This collection contains graphic depictions of body horror, psychological distress, self-harm, and other unsettling themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.