October gore

[TheMonotonePuppet]

Write the goriest scene imaginable in 5 sentences or more.

Spoiler: An Eye for Gore

Brilliant silvered light swirls around on a concave, dark grey surface, jutting black specks visible in the refraction. The cold stirfry spoon lays flat against your wide open eye, chilling the moist surface and hardened rice pieces scraping against the reddened, tear-leaking whites. Painstakingly, the blunt metal rim slides under your eyelid, pushing down some eyelashes with it under the crimping, crumpling skin.
The eyelid stretches over the spoon like latex, to the muffled screams that boringly sound like the panic of a pig to butcher. The effeminate boy rolls his eyes in annoyance, shaking his sweat-soaked, brown hair out of his eyes with a casual toss of his head, before resuming his work.
The spoon slickly curves over the round eye, bumping up against a thin layer of flesh covering the rim of your eye sockets. You can feel it knocking almost against bone. The eyelashes and stale rice gouge trails of boiled egg and irritate the rest with horrendous tickling. It agonizingly, painfully stops at something unexpected to the beautiful boy, for he is not a master of anatomy by any measure. He lets it hang there, twanging and suspended only in the wedged position in your face. The spoon shimmies back and forth as he lightly taps it with a thinking tat-tat-tat. Clear tears flow from your eyes like pitch-black soy sauce from an upside-down bottle, in starts and stops of great volumes. He pushes the moonlight-resembling handle in suddenly with the bottom of his closed fist. Under the true illumination of only the old TV static crawling against midnight blue skin, cords in the middle of the head are severed, with a bloody gush far worse in tint and deadliness than a nose bleed slicking over the spoon and the torturer’s hand. Scarlet veritablely cloaks the eye, wrapping it in a liquid shroud replenished so quickly by blood, nothing can be seen. It looked like an abscess of curdled blood detached from the body, intact and all, as your eye fell out.

 

[Deleted member 84247]

The pumpkin sat watching Envy as she hummed. The bright smile Envy showed the pumpkin filled his heart with joy, but to his horror, she pulled out a carving knife.

The joy became silent screams. Envy began cutting off his scalp. She carved out his insides, pulling out his guts. The pumpkin couldn't endure the pain, but Envy wasn't done yet.

She stabbed into his face, creating eye holes. She cut down the bottom, making an evil mouth! And as the poor pumpkin died, she put a lamp inside of him.

All of these heinous acts were committed just for the sake of something called "Halloween", and Envy wasn't the only one. Others all across the castle carved out the pumpkins, using their guts for pies, and putting their corpses on display.

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

The pumpkin sat watching Envy as she hummed. The bright smile Envy showed the pumpkin filled his heart with joy, but to his horror, she pulled out a carving knife.

The joy became silent screams. Envy began cutting off his scalp. She carved out his insides, pulling out his guts. The pumpkin couldn't endure the pain, but Envy wasn't done yet.

She stabbed into his face, creating eye holes. She cut down the bottom, making an evil mouth! And as the poor pumpkin died, she put a lamp inside of him.

All of these heinous acts were committed just for the sake of something called "Halloween", and Envy wasn't the only one. Others all across the castle carved out the pumpkins, using their guts for pies, and putting their corpses on display.

More levity and less serious stakes than I was hoping for, but good nonetheless.

 

[Deleted member 84247]

More levity and less serious stakes than I was hoping for, but good nonetheless.

Pumpkin lives are pretty serious. In my neck of the woods, this would be the scariest thing for the pumpkin creatures.

 

[BlackKnightX]

It slithered, hissing all the while, slitted eyes cold and emotionless. It shot its tongue out like a bifurcated knife then pulled it back in. Shiny black scales lined its long, smooth body, with patterns in lighter color running across its length like tattoos.

Just ahead, another entity came across its path. Small and four-limbed with flashy dots running around its dark, scaly skin. It stood quite still, oblivious of the danger.

The hunter sensed its prey just ahead and sprang forth with precision, mouth opened wide, and bit its twin fangs down on the helpless victim.

The poor creature opened its mouth, but no cry came out. It resisted, muscle spasming, limbs twitching, twitching, twichin—

The hunter lacked its jaws, opening its mouth wider, and engulfed more of the poor creature. Slowly but surely, the poor little guy got sucked into the hunter's mouth until it was in completely.

The hunter, face bloated, moved the lump down its length, then began slithering again, cold eyes emotionless, tongue out, tongue in, hissing, hissing...

 

[Prince_Azmiran_Myrian]

This year's offering came upon a silver platter carried by a handful of faithful kobolds. They scurried swiftly to deliver the dish to their beloved master, the dragon.

That serpent lay on his belly basking in the torchlight which danced along the cave walls. Its stomach rumbled with hunger that hadn't been quelled for a whole year. Awaiting eagerly, the dragon licked its lips in anticipation of filling its maw with delocious meat, drool dripping. Eyes sharpened while the lid was lifted and the offering revealed.

The dragon's breath halted.

The meal upon the plate was still raw, entirely uncooked. Still alive.

It had been presented exactly as desired, for the dragon's favorite part of the yearly ritual was cooking with it's own breath.

The screaming, the smell of burning flesh, writhing in restraints...

Once it was still, once it was quiet, the body seared black just the right way. Finally, well done.

It was time to dig in.
First, clamp down on the legs with a sound like snapping twigs.
Bringing its head up quickly, flipping the body in the air.
Then, a crunchy chomp as it's caught by the torso.
A little chewing, and it's torn up quickly.
To end, one big gulp and it slithers down the dragon's throat. A long journey to be sure, punctuated by a pleased rumble.

So satisfying. Enough to last another year.

 

[Kalliel]

Cockroaches.

 

[Deleted member 139452]

Cockroaches

Have you seen this Quack ?

 

[Kalliel]

I hate you.

 

[Deleted member 139452]

I hate you.

Don't blame me I didn't force you to watch it.
For some reason it reminds me of the time I had roach fluid in my mouth because a dumbass pushed me while i was dissecting one cockroach

 

[Kalliel]

Don't blame me I didn't force you to watch it.
For some reason it reminds me of the time I had roch fluid in my mouth because a dumbass pushed me while i was dissecting one cockroach

I would rather burn everything down than having to touch a cockroach.

 

[Succubiome]

not big on gore
(though it's valid to like it)
but as a fan of pormanteaus
I must point out that octobgore was right there

 

[CheertheSecond]

Rating T for Teen


The young centaur was fixed in place. His hooves nailed deep into the metal floor. Two chains pulled his hands to the sides, forcing his torso into the cross shape pose. A third chain connected the collar on his neck to the point on the ceiling.

This would be the second time in his life he had to endure this helplessness.

His bare body exposed sign of his previous torment. The countless letters and symbols of curses marked into his skin by searing knives. The curse ritual that time lasted three days. Its brainwashing painted his most beloved elder brother as the destroyer of his family. Its accused power replaced his most cherished memories alongside him with the perverted vision his capturers decided.

His elder brother was gone now, and he was turned into a murderer.

At the sight of his coming tormentors, the red-hair centaur took a deep breath.

The executioner begun.

A most shallow incision drew a red line down his face. Expert hands flipped and peeled a thin layer of skin from the left side of his face. The perfection of the move was evidenced through the minimal blooming of blood. Only three major concentration of tiny blood vessels were destroyed, leaving three red roses on his left cheek.

While one was busy with turning the boy's into two-faced, the other sculptor had plans for his arms.

These arms were trained well under the guidance of his brainwashers to be able to take up weapon, to be able to kill his own brother. Today, it lost every strand of muscle slowly... and artistically.

The third artist after much deliberation had decided to pay his equine spine attention. The red-cover and occasionally bone-white spine was revealed. The very nerves itself were still firing pain signals up to the brain. Clearly he did his best to not make his victim lose the precious sense of agony.

The face that his Rand praised to be more beautiful than anyone was half-unrecognisable now. The right arm he worked so much to build under the encourage of Rand was fleshless. The horseback his boyfriend once rode on and whispered love into his ear looked like carcass of a slaughtered cattle.

Despite that, despite all that, he did not yield. He had filled every drop of blood in his veins with rage. His voice would utter not shameless scream of the victimised. Only the hatred in his heart would be allowed to venture out from within his gritting teeth.

Below his horse body, two chairs was set to carry a large tray on top. The boy's intestines, liver, spleen, kidneys and few other organs had lost their fleshy home. The cold metal tray was now their new temporary holder. Those living and pristine organs would be preserved and showcased alongside the human torso of the horse boy once this is over. For now, these cute parts sat there as squeak toys to one of the sculptors. The guy really loved to squeeze them once in a while. When he first got the bladder and applied some pressure on it, he almost got a hard-on seeing the boy's leg muscles tensed up in a defying act to not soil himself. Of course, he poked a few more times and even placed the newly washed and cold scalpel on the organ, attempting to scare the boy. All were futile. It was still fun to him nevertheless.

Looking at the tight lips fallen prince, one of the guys smirked. Nothing aroused a torturer more than a resisting artwork. After that, he poured vinegar, blowed salt, and even a few other irritating things on the boy's unprotected flesh. The reactions were quite satisfactory.

After hours, the banquet had to start. The execution room opened its massive double doors. Honourable guests have been sitting outside on their tables for a few minutes now. Their eyes tasted the sorry sight of the last imperial son.

"I still think we wasted a perfectly good stuff- potential stuff toy."
"Well, I do know you love to fill its behind with your love juice everyday while having it in your study. Therefore, we have already made the order to leave the backside alone."
"Really?"
"And the torso too."
"Ooh! That muscular bosom and those petite nipples! I am excited just for that."

A kitchen staff stood beside the chief executioner. They two of them watched the centaur boy's exposed brain sitting in its opened skull with smiling eyes. A boiling pot of water was ready nearby. A method of cooking that strives to preserve the freshness of the brain as much as possible.

Soon the burning water would be gently poured over his brain, cooking it slowly.

He would die today, die painfully, and most miserably today, and he willed it. This should be the least of the punishment for pointing his sword toward the heart of his beloved brother.

He begged the holy and unholy of this world to prolong his existence. Be it in damn and perpetual suffering, he still willed to go on. He would go on as a spectre, a ghoul, an undead. Whatever he must become, how miserable he must be, it matters not as long as he could strangle the masterminds behind the tragedy of his family to death.

 

[ThrillingHuman]

Imaginable? No thank you. Lemme remember the goriest thing I've seen this week.


Entoma was eating with her insectile appendages. The belly of her meal was cut open and the insides liquified and mixed with a blender, emitting a disgusting smell of dried blood, shit and puss. She was slurping the intestines with like they were noodles, sometime a bone stuck inside would add to delicious crunchiness.
"Your dried infants are the best, Great Witch!", she spoke in Latin.

 

[panpanwuv]

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He sunk his teeth into the steamy bun encasing a thick patty of grilled meat, laces of crisped honey-cured bacon, melting cheeses, tangy sauerkraut, and a creamy, sunny-side up egg.

He hummed as the textures crumbled in his mouth, morphing into the perfect mix of sour, savory, and sweet that had him yearning for more.

He took another bite; the oil from the burger, the golden drip from the egg, and the melted cheddar dripping down his chin.

He pulled his head back, marvelling at the string of mozzarella that stretched out from the perfection he held in his hands.

He chuckled and eyed the messy kitchen counter that creating his masterpiece left behind: a thigh bone stripped clean after scraping off the meat, a belly button left behind after cutting the perfect bacon slices, and his annoying neighbor's severed head half-skinned to expose a pearl white skull.
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