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My Birth And Other Regrets by Ben Fitts - Out Now!






The debut short story collection from The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine's creator Ben Fitts is out now! It Features two stories previously included the zine plus seventeen more that span a variety of genres. From the back cover: "Welcome to a world where the irrational and unexpected is just a way of life, and normality is reserved to be nothing more than a perpetuation of victimization… A House in the sky – Existence amongst human statues – A decomposing corpse in a water-cubed desert – Mysterious conversations with an old oil-painting – Western erotica by way of Webster’s Dictionary – Heavy Metal infants in utero – A grotesque rotting ailment – Coma-based realities – Unusual private investigators for God – Male body dysmorphia – A fever-dream punk show – Part human, part clownfish… all elements in an experiment that’s completely unstable, and highly explosive – NOT SAFE FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION! My Birth and Other Regrets is a wonderfully weird and beautifully bizarre venture into the annals of unpredictable storytelling. Featuring 19 short stories that change tone and genre with each entry, from subtle to surreal, hallucinatory to horrifying, morose to madness – all handled by the masterful mind of musician and storyteller, Ben Fitts."

Get it here: https://www.amazon.com/Birth-Other-Regrets-Ben-Fitts/dp/1688793941

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