ART: A Novel of Extreme Horror and Gore

by Matt Shaw

  A piece of flesh slopped onto my plate, after Sister had been given hers. The meat had gone silent now just as it always did. It wasn’t dead. You could still see it breathing. As per usual it’d just fallen unconscious.

  This was also normal.

  We started quietly eating when Father sat down with his own plate of meat - a large section cut from the other leg. He looked up at us and smiled as he forked the first cut of flesh into his mouth as though it were a tender piece of chicken. I looked around to my sister and my mother and they too were shuffling in their first mouthfuls.

  It hasn’t always been like this.

  It used to be different.

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