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The Revival at Sulphur Well

I. It didn’t seem like a year had passed since last years’ revival, but Sister Elvira had finally finished making up all the revival posters. The…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: The Oval Office

George Washington? Wooden teeth, definitely head. John Adams? Solid black latex. For his family, of course. Thomas Jefferson? Ménage à trois! Dude…


Standing Arrow Straight

Steve woke up with a problem: he had a hard-on. He slung his weight to the edge of the bed and put his feet on the floor. A picture of his wife on…


Welcome to Terror House Magazine

Most of you are probably wondering why I've chosen to launch a literary magazine. The short answer is that I love books and I have experience in…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Another Poem

Whenever I dig into the complete work of a poet I like, I always find that their later work totally sucks. A hipster as fuck opinion, I know, but…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Why I Lie

Readers, I have penned the below as an explanation that I can heretofore direct others towards should the need arise. Without further introduction,…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: While You Were Speaking

She says her name is Kodi, and that she's a Political Science major. My God, this girl is beautiful, maybe the most beautiful I've ever seen. She's…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Where Have You Cum?

Aside from the obvious: Random garages, as noted earlier. Pretty pictures from the Internet and magazines, as noted earlier. Inside shoes, so the…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: “Taste” and “Dream”

Taste No one believes me, but your ass tastes good. It was always a pleasure to eat it, without exception. People who try and tell you otherwise are…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Matter

Yeah, I still want to fuck you. Yes, I think about fucking you every day. I think about your precious sphincter slowly opening up to my finger. The…