Dead Inside

This might possibly be the worst thing I've ever read. Hopefully the author doesn't see that as an endorsement. It's not. The goal here was to shock and offend, but to be perfectly honest, the only thing offensive was the awful writing.

I've always enjoyed the macabre. I like being grossed out, teased, and given the willies. In Dead Inside, the author takes every gross thing he can think of and throws it at a wall. None of it sticks.

Beyond that, the writing is atrocious. Characters are one-dimensional. Morrison repeats himself often. The book is riddled with grammatical errors. Suspension of disbelief can't be maintained as nothing seems even remotely real. There's not much for a plot. There are tons of inconsistencies packed into such a short story. The author throws in random references to things to show that he, like the main character, isn't a normie. For example, blah blah listening to Ministry. Cool, bro. No one cares.

Do yourself a favor and skip this one. It lacks any kind of story or metaphor or really any other reason to read. It has no charm. It's not B-movie “so bad it's good.” It's just bad. You'll get more story out of a Cannibal Corpse song.