Charles Michael Palahniuk is an American novelist and freelance journalist, who describes his work as. Guts is actually 3 short stories, but the most relevant is the last one. I don’t recall having read anything else before that made me stop for a while, take some fresh . NoSleep is a place for realistic horror stories. Everything is true here, even if it’s not. Please thoroughly read our rules and.

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This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. So listen as fast as you can. A friend of mine, when he was thirteen years old he heard about “pegging.

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Stimulate the prostate gland hard enough, and the rumor is you can have explosive hands-free orgasms. At that age, this friend’s a little sex maniac. He’s always jonesing for a better way to get his rocks off. He goes out to buy a carrot and some petroleum jelly. To conduct a little private research. Then he pictures how it’s going to look at the supermarket checkstand, the lonely carrot and petroleum jelly rolling down the conveyer belt toward the grocery store cashier.

All the shoppers waiting in line, watching. Everyone seeing the big evening he has palajniuk. So, my friend, he buys milk and eggs and sugar and palaniuk carrot, all the ingredients for a carrot cake. At home, he whittles the carrot into a blunt tool. He slathers it with grease and grinds his ass down on it.

Nothing happens tuts it hurts. He works the carrot out and stashes the slippery, filthy thing in the dirty clothes under his bed. After dinner, he goes to find the carrot and it’s gone. All his dirty clothes, while he ate dinner, his mom grabbed them all to do laundry. No way could she not find the carrot, carefully shaped with a paring knife from her kitchen, still shiny with lube and stinky. This friend of mine, he waits months under a black cloud, waiting for his folks to confront him.

And they never palhniuk. Even now he’s grown up, that invisible carrot hangs over every Christmas dinner, every birthday party. Every Easter egg hunt with his gyts, his parents’ grandkids, palahniu ghost carrot is hovering over all of them.

People in France have a phrase: It means that moment when you find the answer, but it’s too late. Say you’re at a party and palabniuk insults you. You have to say something. So under pressure, with everybody watching, you say something lame. But the moment you leave the party…. As you start down the stairway, then — magic.

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You come up with the perfect thing you should’ve said. The perfect gguts put-down. The trouble is even the French don’t have a phrase for the stupid things you actually do say under pressure. Those stupid, desperate things you actually think or do. Looking back, kid-psych palauniuk, school counselors now say that most of the last peak in teen suicide was kids trying to choke while they beat off.


Their folks would find them, a towel twisted around the kid’s neck, the towel tied to the rod in their bedroom closet, the kid dead. Of course the folks cleaned up.

They put some pants on their kid.


They made it look… better. The regular kind of sad, teen suicide. Another friend of mine, a kid from school, his older brother in the Navy said how guys in the Middle East jack off different than we do here. This brother was stationed in some camel country where the public market sells what could be fancy letter openers. Each fancy tool is just a thin rod of polished brass or silver, maybe as long as your hand, with a big tip at one end, either a big metal ball or the kind of fancy carved handle you’d see on a sword.

This Navy brother says how Arab guys get their dick hard and then insert this metal rod inside the whole length of their boner.

They jack off with the rod inside, and it makes getting off so much better. It’s this big brother who travels around the world, sending back French phrases.

After this, the little brother, one day he doesn’t show up at school. That night, he calls to ask if I’ll pick up his homework for the next couple weeks. Because he’s in the hospital.

He’s got to share a room with old people getting their guts worked on. He says how they all have to share the same television.

palahnniuk All he’s got for privacy is a curtain. His folks don’t come and visit. On the phone, he says how right now his folks could just kill his big brother in the Navy.

On the phone, the kid says how — the day before — he was just a little stoned. At home in his bedroom, he was flopped on the bed. Paoahniuk was lighting a candle and flipping through some old porno magazines, getting ready to beat off. This is after he’s heard from his Navy brother.

That helpful hint about how Arabs beat off. The kid looks around for something that might do the job. A ball-point pen’s too big. A pencil’s too big and rough. But dripped down the side of the candle, there’s a thin, smooth ridge of wax that just might work. With just the tip of one finger, this kid snaps the long ridge of wax off the candle. He rolls it smooth between the palms of his hands. Long and smooth and thin. Stoned palahniukk horny, he slips it down inside, deeper and deeper into the piss slit of his boner.

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With a good hank of the wax still poking out the top, he gets to work. Even now, he says those Arab guys are pretty damn smart. They’ve totally re-invented jacking off. Flat on his back in bed, things are getting so good, this kid can’t keep track of the wax. He’s one good squeeze from shooting ppalahniuk wad when the wax isn’t sticking out anymore. The thin wax rod, it’s slipped inside. All the way inside. So deep inside he can’t even feel the lump of it inside his piss tube.

From downstairs, his mom shouts it’s suppertime. She says to come down, chhck now. This wax kid and the carrot kid are different people, paoahniuk we all live pretty much the same life. It’s after dinner when the kid’s guts start to hurt. It’s wax so he figured it would just melt inside him and he’d pee it out. Now his back hurts. He can’t stand chuc.

This kid talking on the phone from his hospital bed, in the background you can hear bells ding, people screaming.

The X-rays show the truth, something long and thin, bent double inside his bladder.

This long, thin V inside him, it’s collecting all the minerals in his piss. It’s getting bigger and more rough, coated with crystals of calcium, it’s bumping around, ripping up the soft lining of his bladder, blocking his piss from getting out.

His kidneys are backed up. What little that leaks out his dick is red with blood. This kid and his folks, his whole family, them looking at the black X-ray with the doctor and the nurses standing there, the big V of wax glowing white for everybody to see, he has to tell the truth.

The way Arabs get off. What his big brother wrote him from the Navy. They paid for the bladder operation with his college fund. One stupid mistake, and now he’ll never be a lawyer.

Sticking stuff inside yourself. Sticking yourself inside stuff.

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A candle in your dick or your head in a noose, we knew it was going to be big trouble. What got me in trouble, I called it Pearl Diving. This meant whacking off underwater, sitting on the cuhck at the deep end of my parents’ swimming pool. With one deep breath, I’d kick my way to the bottom and slip off my swim trucks.