The Deviant Short Fiction Project

Hey. Hey, scary writers:

Yeah  you, over there with the pen made out of some guys bone, wearing the surgical scrubs and gnawing on someones leg. And you, the undead girl in the bride's dress. I'm talking to you guys!

joseph-sweet has a wonderful idea which I am proud to be a part of. His wonderful idea?

The Deviant Short Fiction Project.

Joseph sums it up in the opening of his journal, which you can read HERE, and please do, because it outlines all the expletive deleted details which have me gritting my teeth, on edge, so excited. I like to be scared, I like to read, and I love to be scared while reading - and so do a lot of others. And there is a lot of literary talent hanging around the dusty, musty halls of Deviant Art, now isn't there? In short, here is his summation:

"We'll be putting together a collection of short horror stories written by authors from deviant art. The idea is promotion, publication and distribution of otherwise unknown authors to get them out there and get them read by the masses. Through Deviant Art - a community that houses artists from all over the world - this collection has the potential of publishing authors from all over the United States as well as the World."

Joseph Sweet and Forsaken Press wants to bring to the world the horror writing talent of deviant art in a professionally bound, edited and illustrated book which will be available online and through wholesalers to libraries and bookstores.

The rest of the details are exciting and laid out for you in the complete journal entry, so go, quickly, read and then spin a yarn about something critically terrifying, and share it - possibly with the world.

That link again is The Deviant Short Fiction Project.
You can also press your bony, broken fingers all over his news article, DSFP News Article. Love it, share it, give it some much needed attention!

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Some Gritty, Grimy Lit to Whet Your Appetite:

Darkness, Born
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My eyes are well adjusted to this poorly lit closet. Nothing here but a couple of old childrens' books I've read so many times before this night. Sometimes I just focus so much on the cartoons that no matter where I look the image is burned into my sight and It feels like I am there, even just for a little while.
Then I hear it. His drunken footsteps. The loud grunts and rough throaty yells. He is falling-down-drunk. I am praying now, sometimes he forgets about me in the closet, s RodneyAug 10
Dear Jenny,
It's me. Rodney. It feels like it's been forever since we've last spoke. Since I've talked with you. Look, I miss you, Jenny. I really do. I know it's hard to believe, you know… considering… Well, I do. I think about you every night. Every time I come, it's your crying eyes I see.
  Listen, I'm trying. I'm here now, at the camp. It's a camp for workers. Up north, in the oil sands. It's this huge refinery or something. A large plant the size of a city. Jenny, they give you a room in one of the camps, right? It's in a unit. Not large, but you get three meals a day and the pay is really good.
  The plant that I'm working at smells like an open grave on the face of the Earth.
  The walls here are paper thin. The ones in the units separating the rooms. I can hear my neighbor clearly from my bed. He coughs and farts and stomps around and I think he jerks off with a belt tight around his neck. A pervert. You know, when you consider ho
:thumb141135373: MamaShe followed me home.  I heard her even in the busy street, her bare and bloody skin dragging along the ground behind me as I walked.  She could already crawl.
When I got home I shut her out and locked the door.  I looked out of the window, and saw the trail of blood leading down the road and up my driveway.  I heard her scratching on the door with nail-less fingers.
Then it stopped.
There was silence.  I don’t know how long I stood there, not breathing, my heart hammering.  My eyes were no longer on the window.  I was watching the door, half expecting her to start rattling the door handle, though of course she couldn’t reach it.
Nothing happened.  I looked through the window.  There was a wet trail of blood in the driveway, leading off to the back of the house.  I ran through to the kitchen, where once again I stood dumb.
The scratching started again, then the tapping of tiny Scissors and Knives"Your saccharine ribs are so fragile."
She tore open my chest today, with her scissors. Just because I didn't love her anymore. It's not my fault I think girls who's lives revolve around scissors and knives are total creeps. Their was so much pain though.
She examined my organs, pushing them around with one of her knives beneath my cracked ribs.
It felt like my entire chest was slowly burning. Very, very slowly.
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"Did anyone ever tell you that your lungs look like diamonds?"
She spoke to me during the procedure, telling me that since I don't love her, she was surgically going to remove my heart and replace it with the mechanical heart she stored in a jar beneath her bed- where the words 'I love Meriwether' were encrusted all over. She says that I'll always love her if it's inside me.
But the sad thing is, is that I know she doesn't know how to surgically remove or apply anything to me. I'll be dead by the time she rips my heart out anyway.
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